In the Star Graveyard, the Evil Army was destroyed by the Dao soldiers of the Iron Blood Great Emperor.
The Xie Army that was born from Heaven Expansion's Second Camp had all died, but Xie Tian had left behind a trace of iron blood.
This trace of Iron Blood was the soul of the Evil Army.
With this trace of Iron Blood, he could turn anyone who didn't resist his will into Dao soldiers like his life and death brothers.
Borrowing this trace of iron blood, he could also see the brothers who had fought countless battles with him and were invincible. His heart would ache at the thought of them.
When the heroic soul phantoms that couldn't even keep their souls half-knelt before him and saluted the highest military salute of the Jin dynasty, no matter how calm his heart was, no matter how cold his eyes were, he couldn't help but tear up.
Xie Tian wanted to cry because of his longing.
The four Daozu felt as if they were struck by lightning because of their fear.
They had seen many Dao soldiers.
But they had never seen a method that could turn people into Dao soldiers like Xie Tian did.
Since the beginning of the world!
Just his niang!
No!
Dao soldiers were refined from the most elite soldiers who had gone through battles!
But the Yin Yang Sect people!
Dao Soldiers, in terms of killing power, one in a million!
But the Yin Yang Sect people!
Dao soldiers had equal cultivation!
But the Yin Yang Sect people!
Dao soldiers had equal aptitude!
But the Yin Yang Sect people!
Cultivation methods were one!
Supernatural powers were one!
…
Xie Tian raised his hand and released a trace of blood. It overturned the four Daozu's understanding in almost every aspect of Dao soldiers!
Just this trace of blood caused their cultivation to be unequal! Unequal aptitude! All kinds of supernatural powers! Furthermore, trash who had never experienced a military battle had become Dao soldiers!
No …
Not just Dao soldiers!
When they saw the sword souls above the heads of the Yin Yang Sect people, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"Close, almost real, real …"
"It's, it's a human, a human form …"
"It's Desolation, a Stage Two Desolation Dao soldier …"
…
Revealing the weapon soul was like a real thing, it was the sign of a Stage One Desolation Dao soldier.
Revealing the Weapon Soul and turning into a person was the sign of a Stage 2 Desolate Grade Dao Soldier.
Hence, the Dao soldier that Xie Tian created with a method that overturned their knowledge was not a simple Dao soldier, but a second rank desolate-grade Dao soldier that was rarely seen in the entire Two Divine Realms.
How rare was a Rank 2 Desolate-Class Dao soldier?
There was only one fact that could explain it.
Even though the six Dao soldiers from Love Seeking Hall and Immeasurable Pavilion were much stronger than before, they were still Desolate Grade Stage 1 Dao soldiers.
Hence, the four Daozu were filled with panic.
Perhaps it was because they couldn't find any evidence or they couldn't imagine the existence of this Taoist soldier that was far beyond their imagination, the four Daozu actually had an illusion that they shouldn't have …
"It must be fake …"
Whether it was true or false, the person involved knew best.
The true disciples of the Yin Yang Sect who were enchanted by the 36 blood veins instantly arrived at a place that they had never seen before.
Beneath his feet was a land of death formed from countless piles of bones.
In the air, there was a strong murderous wind that smelled of blood.
Above his head was a killing sun formed from the accumulation of endless killing intent.
What they stepped on, breathed, and bathed in was all killing intent.
Originally, they should have been instantly filled with panic, but they suddenly realized that they were extremely compatible with this place.
It was as if they had walked out from this place.
But it was very unfamiliar …
It was so unfamiliar that they even forgot who they were.
But when they looked around in confusion, they found a familiar existence.
The 35 people who were standing shoulder to shoulder with them.
At this moment, they forgot that that person was their Elder, that person was their Master, that person was their disciple, that person was their Senior Brother …
The reason why they were familiar was because they firmly believed that those 35 people were their comrades.
"Life, comrades …"
"Death, the same grave …"
Subconsciously, they murmured this sentence that they had never said in their entire lives.
Because of this sentence, a fire was born.
This fire touched their hearts …
Pure, resolute, steady, and innately strong fighting spirit burned!
When the fire touched their kidneys …
Crazy, trembling, unyielding, and blazing hot blood that was like a torrent burned!
This fire touched their eyes …
Calm, fearless, determined, and vajra-like fighting spirit burned!
Where their hearts were!
Where their blood flowed!
Where their eyes looked!
Above the Killing Dome above their heads, a figure condensed.
The figure was too tall and their face could not be seen clearly.
But it seemed too close and incomparably intimate.
Therefore …
Bang!
Thirty-six people half-knelt and made a sound!
After kneeling, without the need for the figure to speak or wave his hand, they understood the mission that they were shouldering now —
"Fight!"
The disciples of the Yin Yang Sect who were watching the battle saw their Elder and Senior Brother become Dao soldiers with a wave of their little Grandmaster's hand. They were already scared out of their wits …
Now, this hot-blooded, sharp, hoarse, and unyielding roar that came from the mouth of the Third Elder, Men Zhi, pulled their souls back.
They did not dare to imagine …
Elder Men Zhi, who was usually a good person, would also be hot-blooded, sharp, unyielding, and roar …
Thirty-six people roared at the same time!
Then.
The battle began.
The moment the battle with the six Dao soldiers began, the thirty-six Dao soldiers of the evil army gradually split into six groups under the astonished gazes of the enemies and allies.
Thirty-six people.
They faced six Dao soldiers, a total of 564 people.
If they did not split up, they would be at an absolute disadvantage.
Therefore, no one could understand the changes in the evil army's formation.
"That's right!" Ji Wu, whose soul was shaken, seemed to have discovered something and said excitedly, "He can turn all thirty-six people into Dao soldiers, but he can't control them. They have to be divided according to their cultivation …"
Before he finished his sentence, the six groups appeared in front of everyone.
These were the six groups that no one could understand.
That was because every single part had an elder, and every single part had a legacy.
Because every group had different comprehensive combat strength.
Because the number of people in each group was not equal.
Because every group did not have any formation. They were like scattered soldiers that pounced on the six Dao soldiers.
Therefore, what appeared in front of everyone was such a scene.
The six Dao soldiers that were charging over were like six huge torches.
The thirty-six scattered soldiers were like thirty-six moths.
This was a scene of them digging their own graves …
If the physical figure above the thirty-six people had already dissipated, then it would be impossible for them to do so.
Feng Yu, who was searching the formation, kept his gaze on the ten thousand feet tall blood-red figure.
When he realized that the thirty-six people had not dispersed, his gaze landed on Little Flea, whom he was unwilling to look at previously.
Because that ten thousand feet tall figure was Little Flea.
However, at this moment, Little Flea was taller and bigger than him.
He was so big that his heart was filled with fear.
"He, he is still controlling the Dao soldiers …"
Fortunately …..
"This kind of control is equivalent to not controlling at all …"
Just as Feng Yu was secretly lamenting that the blow he suffered was not as painful as he imagined …
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