Chapter 832: court death
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The Peerless Emperor
- Dusk in a Midsummer’s Day
- 1206 characters
- 2021-03-04 06:04:03
In midair, Lin Qian nodded, and a group of scribes and craftsmen turned and flew toward the sword peak, preparing to work on their own affairs.
What they have to do is to build a destruction bombardment soul cannon.
The Destruction Bombardment Soul Cannon cannot be used directly. Naturally, the various parts are cast in advance and then built on the spot.
Choosing here, half an hour later, the green star will face the two planets occupied by the Ghost King Army.
Choose this sword peak, because when the destruction bombardment soul cannon bombarded, the recoil was too terrifying and needed to be carried by the entire green star.
To transform Jianfeng is to use the earth as a base to bombard directly above the sky.
You know, the craftsmen and scribes of the China Empire also have realm cultivation, but they are not good at fighting.
After Lin Qian summoned them, they flew over the sword peak at a very fast speed and began their mission.
I saw that the scribes kept taking out small soul crystals and began to arrange the formation.
These formations are to consolidate the ground around the Jianfeng to prevent the destruction of the bombardment soul cannon bombardment, the terrifying recoil makes the ground collapse, which causes the range to deflect.
The movements of the scribes in the Chinese Empire made the onlookers amazed.
The chain of formations emerged, and in a flash, they were constructed into a structure of formations, which was pleasing to the eye. After people saw it, they couldn't bear to turn their eyes away and stare at the scene ahead.
Among the people present, Liu Shimin can be said to be a person who knows the formation method, and he naturally knows how remarkable the skills of this group of scribes are.
"Is this the prime minister's subordinates, awesome!" Seeing the array layout in front of him, Liu Shimin exclaimed again and again, took a deep breath, his hands trembling, not knowing what to say.
Originally, after learning the formation with Zhuge Ming for a long time, Liu Shimin was also a little proud, thinking that he was talented and he learned very quickly.
However, compared with these scribes in the Qi Refining Realm, he found that he was still far behind, and the formation skills of these scribes were far beyond his own.
At least, so far is not a realm he can compare.
Seeing this scene, Liu Shiming's heart, the originally proud mind, was also pressed down, without the original impetuous heart.
Staring at the movement of the formation in front of me, the scenes of learning the formation in the past appeared before my eyes. After a while, I felt something in my heart.
Some things that he didn't understand in the past also appeared in his mind, as if he had opened his body, he suddenly woke up.
Liu Shimin, who came back to his senses, smiled until he had a huge harvest at this time.
After that, he also sighed with emotion. Following Lin Qian's side, it was true that anything could happen. This kind of sudden insight in the formation can be met by him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Immediately afterwards, above Jianfeng, the sound of bombarding hammers continued to be heard. This is exactly what the craftsman is doing to transform Jianfeng.
Not only do they excavate by hand, they are also constantly using refining techniques to temper the entire mountain.
Yan Jiu and Lei Jun were stunned to see this scene.
What a joke, this is just an ordinary mountain, and it can be tempered with a refining technique.
They can even see that those craftsmen have actually incorporated various soul mines into the sword peak, making the entire mountain stronger and more powerful.
Immediately afterwards, these craftsmen took out the parts of the destruction bombardment soul cannon from the storage space and began to assemble them.
Everyone's movements are fast, and the rudiment of the destruction bombardment soul cannon has gradually emerged.
The two metal pipes rising up into the sky appeared on both sides of Jianfeng. At the same time, there were buildings like abutments that were attached to Jianfeng, glowing with deep cold metal light.
On the other side, the scribes also felt that these craftsmen were helping them, assembling the parts one by one, and the figure continued to grow stronger.
When the scribes were helping, he was constantly condensing the formation in his hands, blending into these parts, and submerged in the entire assembly of the destruction bombardment soul cannon.
Although the destruction bombardment of the soul cannon has not been completed, there is not even a trace of breath, just like a dead thing.
But I don't know why, Liu Shimin, Yan Jiu and Lei Jun all felt that they were frightened.
The three of them had great accomplishments against the formation and refining methods. They knew deeply that when the Destruction Bombardment Soul Cannon was assembled, it contained what an incredible formation and what a miraculous refining method, which was extremely complicated.
Just looking at it from a distance, they all felt a headache.
At this time, they believed that once the destruction bombardment soul gun was assembled successfully, it would not be a problem at all to bomb the planet occupied by the Ghost King Army.
Just as the Destruction Bombardment Soul Cannon was assembled, the ghost king army occupied the depths of the green star camp.
A city originally belonging to the Green Clan has been completely occupied by the evil ghost clan.
In the original city lord's mansion of the city, an evil ghost tribe sat drastically on the first seat, with one hand propped his head in a fake sleep.
And in front of him, there was a huge dark black iron pot, in which the hot soup was boiling, bubbling continuously, and it was fragrant.
However, in that iron pot, the corpse of the green tribe was still floating, which had already been boiled to the ground by the hot soup.
Obviously these cyan tribes are the food cooked by this evil ghost tribe.
"Military owner, the big thing is not good." At this moment, an evil ghost race suddenly rushed in from outside the camp, panicking.
When he entered the camp, he directly knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and frightened.
The evil ghost clan above the first seat did not open their eyes, but said indifferently, "What's the matter?"
"Occupying the front, other races appeared inexplicably to take action. After the Cyan Clan got help, we were defeated." The words of this soldier made the true leader of the Ghost King Army open his eyes, unhappy and confused at the same time. , "Other races?"
"Yes, there is one more thing." The messenger stopped breathing, some dare not say.
Seeing the appearance of this messenger, the leader of the Ghost King Army frowned, slowly got up, and walked towards the messenger.
Every step seemed to be a mountain trembling, causing the messenger to tremble like an ice cellar.
"Say!"
"The young master is dead, and all the people who followed him have been slaughtered."
As the voice of the messenger just fell, the army owner grabbed the messenger abruptly, stuffed it into the iron pot, and broke his neck at the same time.
The army master's eyes were gloomy, even if his entire hand was submerged in the cauldron, he didn't seem to feel the temperature of the boiling hot soup.
"Dare to kill my son and die!"