The Martial Arts Association points mall and headquarters are connected.
Countless new resources have been put on the shelves for exchange by both parties.
Although the humans here are enslaved by the sheep, they look miserable.
But in fact, the resources they have are much better than those of Dragon Kingdom warriors.
Among them, there are many inherited instruments, minerals, etc. that contain some innate aura.
The products put on the shelves by the Martial Arts Association are equally attractive to them.
All kinds of secret books are the treasures they can't get.
Bai Fei and others even put on the shelves some specialties unique to the earth.
Audio and video entertainment, snacks and snacks, etc.
These things are cheap on Earth, but they are sky-high here.
Only a boring guy like Bai Fei likes to carry these boring things with him.
This habit of his is completely from the old university.
Ren Kuang even carries the sofa hot pot with him. Why not bring some snacks and books?
"Lord Mad Emperor, the latest information is that three hundred dark warriors have arrived in Qiyang City."
"Yang Lan has decided to raid us tonight."
Xiao Zhentian came to the City Lord's Mansion again.
During this period, Tiandihui also attracted many members from abroad.
He secretly communicated with the human race in many cities.
The intelligence work was done quite well.
Ren Kuang opened his eyes, but there was a squeaking ball in his hand.
"Haha, okay, great, just use them to test the power of my five-series divine thunder."
Xiao Zhentian looked at the five-series divine thunder and felt the terrifying fluctuations in the air. His scalp instantly became numb and he wanted to turn around and run away.
Ren Kuang was very satisfied with Xiao Zhentian's performance.
The power of the divine thunder that can make even six-star strong men so fearful can be imagined.
Looking back on the hard experiments over the past few days, Ren Kuang was filled with emotion.
It’s not easy!
I don’t know how many times I failed.
I nearly blew myself up every time.
You must know that Ren Kuang's current physical strength has long exceeded the scope of the human race.
It is not an exaggeration to describe him as a magic weapon.
And at least Xuan level or above.
But the shock wave generated by the self-explosion of the divine thunder left him covered in bruises.
However, pain and happiness coexist.
Tian Xin and Tian Yuxin came to comfort me from time to time.
After Tian Xin came here, he replaced Noriko Sakurai and became Ren Kuang's closest personal secretary.
Under the influence of Su Nu's Heart Sutra, her cultivation level soared.
Tian Yuxin was unwilling to be seconded, gritted her teeth, and tried her best to get it.
But compared with Tian Xin's effect, it is still a little worse.
But the strength of these two sisters is also growing visibly to the naked eye.
Su Luo, Songya and others are more rational. They want to improve the strength of their subordinates, not their own strength.
After all, everyone's strength has improved too quickly.
If the state of mind and strength do not match, it is easy to lose control.
In the past, it would take at least a hundred or even hundreds of years to cultivate to the six-star realm.
But it only takes a year to let the people around you go wild.
Young people control enormous power, which is inherently dangerous.
On this point, Song Ya, Su Luo, Chen Qing and others saw it more clearly.
Therefore, they now focus on cultivating subordinates.
After learning about the Sheep Clan's action tonight, everyone was very excited.
The 12 God of War candidates are even more gearing up and want to show off their talents.
Qinglong Suzaku and others are also eager to fight, eager to fight.
This battle is an unprecedented battle of monks.
It was completely different from the wars they had experienced before.
The half-orcs are also a real alien race.
Ren Kuang completely handed over the command to Su Luo.
Although Su Luo himself is inexperienced, with the help of veterans such as Su Sheng and Zhuque Qinglong, there should be no big problem.
And he was leading the two thousand disciples who had originally gathered together to prepare to move freely.
These disciples are all devout believers.
Through the channel of faith, Ren Kuang can even seize their bodies instantly and control their bodies.
When commanding, there is a conscious field, and the command will be transmitted instantly.
To him, more than two thousand people were like a whole.
The Dark Tribe and the Sheep Tribe teamed up to launch a sneak attack on Bayang City, but what they thought was very simple.
That is tit for tat.
If the five-series divine thunder were thrown into the Lord's Mansion of Qiyang City, I wonder if it would kill Yang Lan.
Night falls.
Wind and rain mingled on the plain.
Lightning occasionally tears apart the night sky, revealing the densely packed sheep army in the wilderness.
The dark aura blends into the darkness.
These sheep tribe's eyes glow red and their bodies are full of murderous aura.
Like a monster, extremely scary.
"Lord Yangfeng, can these Dark Tribe people really confuse people's hearts and control them to surrender to Kaicheng?"
"I feel like they are weird and unreliable."
During the march, a sheep-headed lieutenant asked the commander beside him in a low voice.
Yang Feng is also Yang Lan’s confidant.
Yang Lan now replaces his father and becomes the new commander-in-chief.
Sheep wind naturally rises and lifts the boat, reaching the sky in one step.
However, this plan to attack Bayang City at night made him feel a little heavy.
Three hundred dark masters were like ghosts, parading around the army.
One hundred thousand elite soldiers may not seem like many, but their momentum is completely different from before.
I don’t know what secret method the Dark Tribe used. All the Sheep Tribe warriors actually forgot what fear was. They were all murderous and unafraid of death.
But Yang Feng understood that this was completely an act of committing suicide.
The legend of the gods has a long history.
They are so powerful!
The sheep tribe are just livestock for them to graze.
It takes great courage to confront one's master.
The Dark Tribe is also mysterious and unpredictable.
Although they have bodies like humans, they also possess the evil and greed of the hungry ghosts and ghosts.
Hunting for the bodies of creatures, but also their souls.
Their soul power is extremely weird, like a virus.
Once ordinary people are contaminated by this toxin, they will be affected and even swallowed.
This is also the most terrifying place for the Dark Tribe.
Soul virus, division, reproduction, immortality.
Although there are only three hundred of them, they seem to be everywhere and have become part of the darkness.
Poof!
The sheep tribe who asked questions suddenly covered their necks and fell down.
The blood soaked the damp earth like a fountain, quickly blending with the rain.
"Those who dare to criticize the great Dark Tribe behind their backs must sacrifice their lives to forgive their sins."
A cold and strange voice seemed to resound deep in the soul, bringing endless chills.
Yangfeng was furious: "Lord Orwell, he was my follower, and you actually killed him directly?"
Orwell smiled strangely and said: "What a pity. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can report it to your master. We are not under the jurisdiction of the Sheep Clan."
Yangfeng shouted angrily: "You bastard, I am the coach!"
Orwell chuckled: "So what? Do you want to kill me to avenge your lamb?"
A dark figure appeared in front of him and opened his hands.
"Come, use your sharp sword to pierce my chest and see if you can kill me."
These contemptuous words made Yangfeng furious.
He dodged and stabbed out with his sword.
The sharp sword penetrated the chest of the man in black.
It's like piercing into a void.
It's obviously very real, but there's nowhere to focus on it.
Yangfeng was stunned.
The spiritual energy burst out, and the sword energy was like a sharp thorn growing on the blade, strangulating wildly.
But it's still nothingness.
Orwell smiled and said: "Dear Lord Yangfeng, are you satisfied now?"
Yangfeng drew out his sword and staggered back, his face full of shock.
The legend of immortality is true!
The Dark Tribe cannot be killed!
At the same time of fear, he also had infinite expectations.
Can the myth of the Gods be ended by the Dark Tribe?
Perhaps, the sheep tribe will rise tonight.
He Yangfeng will also become famous in one battle and glorify the world.
"Lord Orwell, I was rude just now."
He sheathed his sword and bowed deeply.
"Crazy Emperor, leave it to your Excellency!"
Orwell's voice faded away in an instant: "What a mad emperor, he is just a human being. His soul and flesh and blood have been destined by our king. The rest of his life will be ten thousand times more terrifying than death."
Sheepfeng is very happy.
The unhappiness of losing a close friend went with the wind.
He was full of expectations for the upcoming honors and benefits.
Hundreds of thousands of sheep tribesmen let out deep gasps and ran wildly in the night rain, getting closer and closer to the Bayang City.
The defense of the ancient city brings a sense of security.
People subconsciously rely on it and hide under its protection.
The vast wilderness outside the city became the devil's territory at night, and no one wanted to set foot there.
Especially in rare thunderstorm weather.
But they never imagined that an army of 200,000 people was hiding in the darkness, forming a pocket, waiting for their arrival.
Darkness is hidden in darkness and cannot be traced.
But in the eyes of everyone in the Sheep Clan, it was like a black torrent spreading towards Bayang City.
Yang Feng said: "Lord Orwell, in front of us is the defense circle of the ancient city. How should we break the formation?"
The last time a million-strong army attacked Bayang City, it was blocked by this protective barrier.
Orwell smiled disdainfully and said: "The Sheep Clan is really useless. Even a mere ancient magic circle cannot break it."
However, Yangfeng was not angry at all and said respectfully: "Please, Lord Orwell, take action to break this formation and allow my army to advance straight in."
Orwell said proudly: "I have studied the art of formations for thousands of years, and it is easy to break this small formation."
If the Dark Tribe people live long enough, they will naturally be involved in more things.
And in this long and boring life, you have to find something interesting.
What Orwell is good at is the method of magic circle.
This is also the premise of why Yang Lan agreed to this plan.
Otherwise, no matter how strong the Dark Tribe is, it will be in vain if they cannot enter Bayang City.
In the heavy rain, Orwell stepped forward and began to break the magic circle.
The three hundred Dark people looked at the city with disdain.