Thunder Martial

After more than a hundred years of closed-door cultivation, Zijuan broke the border again and arrived at five products.

He was very satisfied with the speed of this breakthrough, the main reason being that he had a very large number of Divine King Points, in addition to being well suited here to raise the realm of the Divine Clan.

Resources are the most important thing on the road to cultivation, and without resources, it will be difficult for you to be as gifted as you are.

While the boundary breaks through, he must also follow along with the knife ancestor and wing ancestor so that he can guarantee maximum combat power.

After the breakthrough, Purple did not rest and continued to refine resources, waiting to break through the next realm.

It's been a hundred years, and I don't know what's going on at the next level, but if monks and other people come to the world and meet the First Nations and kill them, it's trouble.

Shortly after the breakthrough, Su Mengyao and others also arrived at five products.

Naturally happy to arrive at the five pints.

And over the years, it has devoured a lot of the god king's essence, indicating that no effort has been spared to break this space, as long as Purple wants to go anytime.

Zijuan still has doubts about this, and the monk and others are not here for the time being, he is naturally impossible to leave.

On that day, Purple suddenly thought of a problem and immediately went looking for the broken sky.

Hearing Zixuan say, the broken sky is stunned.

“What, can't you?” Zijuan asked.

"I can only break open the space, and I can't guarantee where the space is after it's broken. ”

Ziqian grieved: “So you said you could take me away? ”

“It's not false to take you away from nature, but it's extremely difficult to assign you to the lower level," Shit said. ”

Purple came looking for the broken sky to open the lower space, he went down to find the monk, tell him something, or bring them directly up.

He glanced at the purple sky and said: “I can break through the space many times, again and again, I can always reach the place you said, but the lower level target is too small, I didn't proactively determine the location at first, it will be very troublesome. ”

So Purple had to give up this idea and continue to refine the essence of the Divine King.

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Time passes and everything is calm.

In that vast battlefield, the Dark Sky Ants are baptizing a bloody battle, and in countless battles, these Dark Sky Ants are growing.

Because of the queen's breakthrough, over the years, there have been many dark sky ants that have broken into five classes.

At the same time, the queen of ants has multiplied many dark ants over the years, all starting with a pint of a king, growing up after a bloody battle, countless times more than when purple came to the world.

And as Finna said, it takes countless years for an ant queen to reach her level.

Because Dark Sky Ants are far worse in number and grade than heterospace creatures.

The queen's split, Paige, stood in the battlefield bored, and the battle was completely under the control of the ants, and her purpose here was simply to help Purple hold the token of contribution and look after the numbers above.

Those numbers are increasing and have become an astronomical number.

She has heard that contributions can be exchanged for resources in the city and is said to be cheap. Looking at the numbers on the contribution token, she is somewhat worried about the transaction.

What if Zijuan redeems everything but still hasn't exhausted his contribution?

Paige's worries are naturally superfluous, and she can't even say she's worried, more boring.

The battlefield was a huge concave ground, and she sat barefoot on top, shaking her long white jade legs gently, looking down at the battlefield.

Above the battlefield, a light suddenly appeared. The light was an ant king. The ant king went to find the queen and transferred the ruling power he had obtained from the dark sky ants to the queen. At the time of the transfer, some of it would be absorbed by the ant king.

Once the queen gets these energies, one part grows, the other part creates new dark ants, so repetitive and constant.

Because there was nowhere else to go, she looked at this scene every day, and compared to the Dark Sky Ants, those heterospace creatures were much more independent, and they could grow in battle, one level at a time, until the five pints, with signs of transformation.

When they reach five, they leave, because the highest rank of the Dark Sky Ants is five.

She just looked so bored, watching for over 200 years.

During this period she did not cultivate, but the realm grew naturally.

“Hmm?”

Paige, who had been holding this position, suddenly picked her pretty eyebrows and slowly turned her head and looked in a certain direction.

That direction is the city where the gods live.

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More than two hundred years have passed since purple fought in the city.

Over the course of more than two hundred years, the natives were slowly frank and finally forgotten by previous fears and vigilance about purple.

They have concluded that Zi Xuan is dead and no longer concerned about Zi Xuan.

But the days of the Iron Sword force are still not good. Compared to 200 years ago, the Iron Sword force was reduced by two-thirds. Except for a very small part of the battle deaths, the others were separated from the Iron Sword and joined other forces.

This is all because two hundred years ago, Iron Sword and Boyuan stopped the natives.

Originally, the gods firmly believed that Zixuan would definitely return, and after joining the Iron Sword forces, there must be many advantages.

But Zixuan did not return, and the Iron Sword encountered unprecedented repression, so the personnel decreased and decreased.

Fortunately, there are also iron swords sitting in towns, so much so that they are barely sustained, but the treatment is far worse than before.

St. Lentoine of the St. Len family, these two centuries were not good. Although there was no direct evidence of his collusion with Purple, he was still subjected to repression over the years, so to speak, barely dying. As for promotion, let alone contemplation. From that day on, the St. Len family did not provide him with any resources.

He stays in the family every day, like a young master waiting to die.

In the last two centuries, his realm has gone nowhere.

Saint Lentoine and the Iron Sword, one of the most miserable of the First Nations and one of the worst of the Divine Nation.

On that day, a beacon of light shined, and a group of people came to the city from the lower level.

And the city has been calm for more than two hundred years, which has caused some waves.

“This is the second floor? Looks like the Buddha didn't expect much. Well, since we're all in the city, there shouldn't be any danger. It's been over 200 years, by purple means, there should be a huge mix of fame, go, ask someone. ”

A bald-headed monk stepped out of his mask and began to ask about the purple beard.

This almost forgotten name reappeared in everyone's view.