Ulsan and others wanted to express their feelings, but were helplessly aware that they could not express anything.
If it were other juniors, a pair of high-level king's soldiers and a set of medium-level king's armor might make them happy, but Meng Xingyuan is different, he can bring an arsenal with him!
Even Teng Qingyun's divine sword was provided by him. Give him weapons and armor? Considering their net worth, the three of them together may not be able to reach one-tenth of his weapons arsenal!
After all, it is the inheritance of a saint. There are even high-level holy weapons, so how can they compare?
After taking the red blood, Ji and others began to retreat and actively prepared for a breakthrough.
In the teahouse in the war zone, information confidentiality is still possible. In this place, they can safely use red blood without fear of being discovered.
Meng Xingyuan has not exposed the existence of Golden Blood for the time being.
After all, for Ji and the others, they haven't even digested the concept of different blood. The lowest level of red blood alone is enough for them to use for a while. What's more, at present, the level of golden blood is too high, and they can't use it.
Worthy.
Meng Xingyuan was not in a hurry. Everything had to be done step by step. Even if the alien blood was indeed a good thing, the better it was, the more it had to be left at the end. Anyway, the matter of the alien blood had been exposed. In order to increase the combat power of Ji and others,
Not only the golden blood, but also the more powerful purple blood, he will also give them to use later.
The group of people was very decisive. They retreated as they were told, sat down directly on the spot, and began to refine the red blood.
Meng Xingyuan did not disturb them and walked out of the elegant room. At the same time, he turned on all the formations to ensure that no breath would leak out and no one would disturb them. Then he started wandering around the teahouse in the Eleventh War Zone.
"Is there a famous black market teahouse? I can take a look. Maybe I can come across some treasures that may be useful to me."
The entire teahouse in the war zone is like a pagoda, with one floor after another, but it has a vast area, as if one floor is a world.
Meng Xingyuan was in an intelligence trading area at this time. Countless pieces of information were changing hands here. Each piece of information had a clear price tag, and when receiving the information, one had to make an oath of heaven not to report the information to anyone.
Third parties, this requires people who want to know, to come to their information trading area to buy information, which can be said to be a good deal with huge profits.
"The battlefields on the human side are opening up one after another. Now the number of war zones alone is no less than a hundred, and it is still growing. It can be seen that the war is getting more and more intense, and almost everyone is involved. The eleventh war zone
It is an older war zone, but precisely because it is an old war zone, the news about the front line is lagging behind. Coupled with the previous retreat, I don’t know much about the specific battle conditions in each war zone today. I can come to this information trading area to supplement it.
Knowledge."
Meng Xingyuan is just a soldier, he only knows how to fight. The higher-ups of the human race are responsible for the coordination of the war zone. But as the battle becomes more and more intense, and the water becomes deeper and deeper, he can no longer just follow the orders and fight the mission.
Otherwise, I don’t know how I will die by then.
Standing in front of a bright wall, he browsed through many categories of information, and soon found what he wanted, but there were two words "free" hanging on it.
Meng Xingyuan's eyes flashed, he smiled slightly, and said: "It seems that these intelligence dealers have some conscience and do not charge for war zone intelligence."
Stepping inside, he began to browse casually.
Rolls of light surrounded him. At this moment, he entered a small room. There was nothing around the room. The moment he stepped in, the small room changed, and a bright starry sky emerged. He stood there.
In the space, it was as if he were standing in the starry sky. The volumes of light seemed to be rotating around him like satellites, but they were volumes of specific information about various war zones.
"Let's look at the Eleventh War Zone first."
As soon as he pointed out, the volume of light representing this war zone immediately exploded and exploded into pieces. These fragments were suspended around him, reflecting sections of light and shadow, but they were major events in the 11th war zone.
It was recorded in these lights and shadows, and was being introduced to him in the form of playback.
"Has such a big event ever happened in this war zone before..."
Seeing one of them, Meng Xingyuan couldn't help but shout out in surprise.
Even he didn't know that in the depths of the Eleventh War Zone, a saint-level battle actually took place!
According to intelligence, it was the hand of a demonic saint, and his opponent was a semi-saint level demon king. The two fought for nearly a year, and deep in the 11th war zone, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were blown to pieces.
Even the void there was beaten into chaos. In the end, the Demon Saint on the human side relied on his realm to overpower the half-saint demon and tore half of its body apart. However, at the same time, the Demon Saint was also injured. It is said that currently
I am still in retreat, and I am obviously very traumatized.
"A semi-saint-level demon lord can actually survive in front of the demon saint, and even hurt the demon saint? The demon clan is really an incredible race." Meng Xingyuan sighed slightly.
If a semi-saint from the human race had faced off against a true saint, he would probably have died a long time ago. Even if he could escape through some means, the price would be high, and he would probably die directly.
However, the great semi-saint demon that invaded the Eleventh War Zone not only escaped, but also risked his life and seriously injured the demonic saint before escaping. This is a bit incredible.
"Is the power of blood really so powerful? If it were just the Ling Sect, the retrograde attack at the Ling Zun level would be reasonable, but the gap between the holy level and the non-holy level is already the distance between heaven and earth, right?
, he was able to counterattack and severely injured a demon saint. How terrifying is the strength of the demon clan?"
Everyone below the saint is an ant. This sentence is not just rhetoric.
In front of the Holy Spirit, there are only two categories of all life in the world, one is the holy level, and the other is not the holy level. It's that simple.
If they are saints, they are of the same kind. If they are not saints, they are ants. However, the spiritual saint who is now at the top is injured by a monster ant. This is not surprising.
"Trouble, it seems that in front of the orcs, humans are indeed at a disadvantage. Bloodline alone is enough to make humans despair. This is still a semi-saint level demon. If it is a real demon saint, the human race
Is there any way to resist this terrifying existence?" He couldn't help but ponder.
The further you get to the back, the more powerful the demon clan becomes.
At the same level, the demon clan is almost invincible. Although there are many saint-level people in the human race, most of them are legend-level characters. Their strength is unpredictable, and they can almost be said to be the same as land gods. But if you want to compete with the demon clan
Compared to the Demon Saint, to be honest, it’s still a bit sweaty.
The only thing that can be fortunate is that so far, no saint-level power has been found among the demon clan. Otherwise, this will definitely be a heavy blow to the overall morale of the human race.
Randomly flipping through the war zone information, Meng Xingyuan's eyes suddenly lit up and he found what he was looking for.