Chapter 138 The catastrophe exclusive to monsters! Conflict in the junction area!

Fang Ke was shocked by Ant's upgrade conditions.

Actually want to survive the tribulation!

What kind of creatures need to survive the tribulation?

The vast majority of warriors only begin to overcome the tribulations of heaven and earth when they achieve enlightenment as a Martial God and break through to the Martial Lord!

Ants who break through level 40 are only Wuzong-level beings. There is a world of difference between them and Wuzong. Normally, there is no need to transcend tribulation at all

"Unless they are those monsters who are destined to illuminate all races, have unlimited potential, and have achieved special achievements before the Wuzong, they will start to overcome the tribulation in the Wuzong realm!"

But that kind of existence is so rare!

Even among the top 100 races, it is rare that they began to overcome the tribulation in Wuzong.

"Are ants really comparable to the monsters of the top 100 races?"

Fang Ke took a deep breath.

This is amazing.

No one would believe it if the news spread.

A weak ant was extremely fragile before evolution, and ordinary people could easily kill countless people.

But after evolution, they are comparable to the top 100 races. They will survive the tribulation when they are in the Wuzong realm, which is rare among all races.

No doubt about it.

At this moment, ants are already the most powerful single insect. No matter it is a mantis or a swarm of mosquitoes, they are incomparable.

It can even sweep through all the tribes in the same territory, with few opponents.

This kind of achievement is difficult for Fang Ke to achieve now, and the distance is far away.

"The ants are better than me, who should I ask to reason with?" Fang Ke complained about himself.

Soon after, he released Ironclad Beetles on all the islands, constantly upgrading them.

Nine days later.

The Ironclad Beetle upgrade is over.

There are more than two million people who have reached level 39, which is enough to condense hundreds of armors, forming a defensive force that is difficult to break even if a military general uses his full strength.

There is no quantity requirement for the level 40 upgrade of the Ironclad Beetle.

However, as the resources required increase, the energy of decayed flesh and blood will become increasingly rare, and it is foreseeable that the number of insect groups that can continue to evolve will continue to decrease.

In addition, below level 39, there are still more than 200 million Ironclad Beetles, which can form tens of thousands of armors.

So far, the Gill Face Clan and his party have achieved all their expected goals.

The insect swarm has escalated to a critical point.

Fang Ke himself has gained a lot in terms of cultivation, skills, secret techniques, and treasures.

"We can still wait for about ten days."

Feeling the Holy Power gradually dissipating from his body, Fang Ke made an estimate.

It is slightly longer than the three months mentioned by Minister Lu, but it will only last more than ten days. He will leave before the holy power completely disappears.

In the remaining time, he planned to practice some magical powers and secret techniques.

For example, the silver-eyed Celestial Eye found in the Temple of the Ancestor of the Gill Face Patriarch is a magical power from the blue-eyed and golden-eyed ape tribe. It can cultivate the Celestial Eye and see everything.

Just in time, the cooling time for the talents of several batches of caterpillars came, and Fang Ke formed a cocoon to realize the Tao and began to practice...

The battlefield of all races.

Human West.

Outside the imperial capital, in the Three Thousand Miles battlefield on the border with the cannibals, there are mist-shrouded mountains, rugged mountains, and lush ancient trees, some of which are surrounded by more than a dozen people and tower into the clouds.

This area is a dangerous place.

In addition to the constant bloody battles between the masters of the two races here, there are also various dangerous areas in this area. Some places have powerful creatures living, and some are dangerous and forbidden places that are very mysterious and can swallow up the powerful warriors.

It is said that the border is three thousand miles apart. In fact, three thousand miles is the shortest distance between the two ethnic groups, and it is also the narrowest part of this area.

If it extends to both sides, in some places, the two tribes may be thousands of miles apart, or even tens of thousands of miles away.

What Huangwu mainly guards is the nearest border area, which is also the cruelest battlefield, three thousand miles deep and thousands of miles long.

Outside this area, the distance between the two tribes is much further, separated by mountains and forests, and there are far fewer battles with each other. They are guarded by several other martial arts universities.

Of course.

Dangerous places are often accompanied by opportunities.

In the vast border area between the two races, there are precious spiritual plants growing, underground spiritual stone mines, spiritual gold minerals, and strange objects bred by heaven and earth.

In order to compete for these resources.

Several martial arts universities and cannibals often have small-scale bloody battles in the vast border area.

When facing the cannibals, all the armed forces will join forces with a tacit understanding.

But if there were no cannibals, there would still be competition among the various martial arts universities.

Just like now.

Dozens of three-flame flowers grow in a valley.

The fist-sized flowers were in full bloom, with orange, red, and white flames burning on the petals. The brilliant firelight illuminated the misty valley.

The two parties are confronting each other.

They don't look very old, but their energy and blood are so strong that even the fog can't get close to them. They have obviously reached the realm of high-level martial arts masters, their energy and blood are boiling, and they are all very strong.

On one side, a leading young man had a gloomy face.

"Shen Zhaori, your Southwest Associated University has gone too far recently. You even stole the treasures from the Sixth Department of Huangwu. What do you want to do?"

Shen Zhaori is dressed in white, with a red sun embroidered with gold rims. He is not tall and looks a little lean. There is a faint red light flickering in his eyes when he opens and closes them.

He sneered: "Meng Yao, as long as there are no aliens on the battlefield, everyone will just rely on their own abilities. No matter what we want to do, your imperial martial arts are too weak!"

Opposite.

The faces of people in Huangwu are ugly.

Meng Yao said angrily: "Our Emperor Wu is weak? Shen Zhaori, do you dare to say this to our Senior Brother Huangwu Caiyu and Senior Sister Zhu Yan!? You are just deceiving our Senior Brother Huangwu Tianjiao and Senior Sisters that they are not here, so you dare to be arrogant. !"

Huangwu Tianjiao is the gathering of the strongest Tianjiao in the world.

Other Wuhan universities, even Mowu, are not as good as Huangwu, let alone Southwest Associated University.

Although Shen Zhaori is not weak, he cannot be compared to Huangwu Tianjiao!

Shen Zhaori smiled coldly and glanced at the Huangwu people in front.

"They're not here, that's their business! Do you want to scare me with a group of people who have disappeared?"

Naturally, he knew that Huangwu’s geniuses were not here.

They entered a secret realm and lost contact for a long time. Some people even said that Huangwu's genius had fallen, and Huangwu's senior officials were trying to rescue him!

It is precisely because these truly top geniuses are not around that Shen Zhaori dares to act like this.

He didn't care at all about the anger of everyone in Huangwu and said: "Go and pick the Three Flame Flowers!"

Behind him, a group of students from Southwest Associated University jumped into the valley with smiles on their faces and started picking three-flame flowers, not paying any attention to Huang Wu and others.

Meng Yan's face was full of anger, but he didn't dare to take action easily.

He is no match for Shen Zhaori. Once he takes action, people like him cannot beat him and will inevitably be bullied by the opponent.

In the past two months, this is not the first time this has happened.

Seeing that they didn't take action, Shen Zhaori laughed: "Very good, Meng Yao, you are finally stable and know how to advance and retreat."

He posed like an elder of the Huangwu people, which made Huangwu and the others almost unable to suppress their anger, and they all glared angrily.

"Shen Zhaori!" Someone shouted, and he was about to take action.

Although Meng Yan's face looked ugly, he stretched out his hand to suppress the junior student beside him: "Gu Zhuangyun, don't move!"

The person next to him was Guzhuang Yun, who was in the same class as Fang Ke and had just arrived at Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.

Not just him.

Su Ming, Zhu Cheng and others are also here, and there are more than a dozen people from the genius class here.

Being stopped by Meng Yao, Guzhuang Yun tightened his grip on the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and glared at Shen Zhaori.

He was full of fighting spirit, and the sword in his hand trembled.

Although he is no match for Shen Zhaori, Gu Zhuangyun now wants to go up and kill him!

This man deserves a beating!
To be continued...