Three more days have passed, and Zhan Tian's cultivation has really reached the peak of beginners.
"Xiao Jiejie, thank you. When I come back again, I will definitely marry you. I will give you the entire princess universe, how about it?"
"Get out of here, you liar!"
"..." Zhan Tian touched his nose. He still didn't understand why Tianjie always called him a liar. When had he ever deceived her?
Back at the border city, Xiaorou, Xiaoxi, and the seventh princess came to greet them. Seeing Zhantian's aura that was faintly stronger than them, the three girls were stunned.
"Brother Tian, what is your cultivation level?" Xiaorou asked in a low voice.
"The peak of beginners..."
"..." The three women began to doubt their talents.
In the city lord's palace.
The eight old men looked at Zhan Tian with shocked expressions, especially Lao Ba, the grandfather of the Seventh Princess. He clearly remembered that half a month ago, Zhan Tian had not even reached the first level. How could he be the first level after not seeing each other for more than ten days?
Scholars are at their peak.
After some polite exchanges, the gangsters revealed their plan.
Zhan Tian kept nodding after hearing this. Without any hesitation, he directly gave them a hundred drops of blood essence. Why so many? That was because he didn't care at all. He could be resurrected with infinite blood, so how could he care about blood essence.
The eight old men held the red blood in their hands, and their hearts beat faster than they knew how many times.
Finally, they all bowed to Zhan Tian. Zhan Tian waved his hands and said kindly, "Everyone, I want to remind you that if you take my blood essence, you will eventually become a dragon of the dragon clan.
The dragon souls will condense. I won’t go into the advantages, but the disadvantage is that the level of the dragon clan is very strict, and the suppression of the dragon souls cannot be resisted by cultivation..."
The eight old men's hearts trembled at the same time. The eight old men hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Sir, will those who once slaughtered the Dragon Clan and took advantage of the Dragon Clan do the same?"
"It didn't happen before, but it happens now, because the current dragon clan has dragon souls... From the moment I become the Black Dragon King, they will unconsciously form resentful dragon souls, and their cultivation and strength will change.
Continuously declining, forever suffering the pain of soul purgatory..."
The eight old men were all shocked. As expected, the supreme race cannot be easily accessed. If you come out to mess around, you will have to pay back sooner or later. Thinking of those people who were once high and mighty, now ended up like this, they all sighed.
In the end, none of the eight old men could refuse the temptation to become dragon people. They secretly drank the essence and blood, and black shadows of real dragons appeared on their foreheads. Their realm also began to loosen. They had been suppressed for many years and waited for thousands of years.
Year, hope finally came.
"Boss, how long will it take for you to advance to the small realm?"
"Lao Ba, I estimate that it will take at least a hundred years to enter the small realm."
"Haha, great. We are all about the same. When the time comes, we will advance together and we will be able to take care of each other when we reach the thirty-fifth heaven." Another old man said.
"Okay, I don't know if it's my imagination, but I feel like we eight old brothers have an extra sense of intimacy now." The old man, who had always been the least talkative, suddenly said.
"Well, I feel the same way." All the old men nodded one after another.
Three days later, 8 million beginners reached their peak, 800,000 beginners reached their peak, 80,000 initial generals reached their peak, 8,000 early kings, 800 early emperors, 80 early emperors, and eight early saints led a mighty killing spree.
Deep in the mountains.
After many years, the four empires finally made up their mind to wipe out the undead tribe again. Before, they had been concentrating their energy and passively defending.
Flags flew to the sky, the army passed by, and all the wandering undead souls were swept away. If the undead souls are not dead, they need energy to be resurrected. If the energy is completely absorbed, they will have no choice but to die.
Zhan Tian can no longer remember how long it has been since he went out with the army. Death and rebirth again and again gave him a vaguer understanding of time. It seemed like just yesterday, and it seemed like a long, long time had passed.
In the past, Zhan Tian was a commander. Now, as a gangster who follows the army, he is really not used to it. But soon, he found fun. The energy of every undead that was killed was not dissipated directly, but
It was condensed at the place where he died and would completely dissipate after a long time.
"Brother Tian, it can last for three days. This should be due to the special rules of heaven here..." Mao Mao and Xiao Ling said after careful calculation.
"...three days, that's enough." Zhan Tian touched his nose, finally able to speak human form, and no longer felt uncomfortable touching his nose.
He was like a monkey, running around, constantly collecting energy based on the death positions of the undead recorded by the kitten and the little spirit. Occasionally disappearing for a long time, it was also to escape the tribulation.
The small calamity seemed to be angry, or maybe it didn't come at all. The calamities encountered were all in good order, and even had the power of heaven to feed them back.
The army advanced on a large scale, and within half a month, they ushered in the army of the undead. At this time, Zhan Tian's cultivation level had risen to the peak of the First King. The eight old men were almost shocked when they saw it.
chin.
The undead were so densely packed that one could not see the end at a glance. Even the sky was completely covered by the gargoyles and vampires of the undead tribe. The stench and death aura spread with the wind throughout the battlefield, which was so depressing that many people trembled, especially
They are those soldiers who are at their peak as novices.
"Brother Tian, the undead have 20 million ground troops, 10 million air troops, and the minimum cultivation level of the ground troops is beginners..." Mao Mao and Xiao Ling quickly calculated the data based on Zhan Tian's soul perception.
"It's going to be bad!" Zhan Tian dodged and hurried to the front of the team. The eight old men looked at the undead army in front of them with serious faces.
"Sir, the situation is not good. The number of undead exceeds our calculation..." The old man, known as the boss, said with a gloomy face.
"...What's your plan?" Zhan Tian was speechless, but he still asked.
"The army retreats, but the eight of us stay." The old man touched his beard with his fingers and spoke solemnly.
"...You can't retreat. Form a military formation. Once you retreat, the morale of the army will be dispersed. I'm afraid no one can escape." Zhan Tian shook his head. The two armies were fighting. It would be better not to encounter an encounter. No one would care about an encounter.
If you are timid, you will lose. Back then, he won the war against the mechanical tribe by fighting to the death and not retreating.
"But, there are too many opponents." The old man said hesitantly. He was already ready to sacrifice. Zhan Tian's decision gave him another chance to survive.
"Remember, it is the bravery of the soldiers. If you order a retreat, you have already thought that the war has been lost. If the soldiers' minds are confused, it will be over. Hold on, give me half a day..."
"Half a day?" The eight old men all looked at Zhan Tian, somewhat puzzled. What could be done in such a short time.