Five kinds of medicine in another world

"Let these immortal slaves see the power of your Ten Thousand Steps Immortal Slaughtering Technique. I also want to see how confident you are."

The Dragon Emperor glanced at the Yangtian Emperor and spoke lightly.

Deep in the heart of the Dragon Emperor, there was some dissatisfaction towards Wanbu Tuxian.

Nearly a thousand years of royal efforts were wasted on Wanbu Tuxian. All research was centered around Wanbu Tuxian. A large amount of manpower and material resources were invested in it without regard for the bottom line. Two-thirds of the dynasty's tax revenue for nearly a thousand years was invested in it.

From the peak fifth-order spiritual weapons to the sixth-order spiritual weapons, and from the sixth-order spiritual weapons to the seventh-order, eighth-order and now the pseudo-ninth-order spiritual weapons, the dynasty has developed these three thousand giant crossbows. These three thousand Wanbu Tuxian can only be regarded as pseudo-eighth-order, and only one pseudo-artifact has been developed.

This is where the dissatisfaction of the Dragon Emperor comes from. In the eyes of the Dragon Emperor, three thousand Wanbu Tuxian are not as practical as one or two eighth-rank saints. The Wanbu Tuxian can only fight against those below the saints. The combat power below the saints can be left to other soldiers. What they lack is the combat power above the saints.

And if the resources of thousands of years are taken out, it goes without saying that one or two saints can definitely be cultivated. No matter how the Dragon Emperor thinks about it, he feels that this is a losing deal.

Seeing the slightly dissatisfied expression of the Dragon Emperor, the Yangtian Emperor didn't care.

In Emperor Yang Tian's mind, saints are hard to control, but weapons can be used as easily as one's arms. He only regrets that he didn't upgrade the pseudo-eighth-level Wanbu Tuxian to a pseudo-ninth-level Wanbu Tuxian. In that case, saints would be nothing more than ants.

The two emperors each had their own thoughts, and for a moment the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

"Yangtian, aren't you moving yet?"

The Dragon Emperor glanced at the motionless Yangtian Emperor and asked again with some confusion.

"Wait a minute. The cost of the Wanbu Tuxian crossbow is too high. There are too few immortal slaves now. It's a bit of a waste."

The Dragon Emperor was a little stunned when he looked at the Yangtian Emperor who refuted him. It had been many years since anyone spoke to him like this. Now he finally met a thorn in his side, and he was his own grandson.

The Dragon Emperor glanced at the Yangtian Emperor, nodded, and said nothing.

After all, it’s not a bad thing for me if my grandson can stand on his own.

As time passed, the number of immortal slaves exceeded hundreds of thousands. An altar gradually appeared in the center of the immortal slaves. The altar was in the form of a phantom and looked extremely unreal.

"The Immortal Slave Altar has taken shape. The number of immortal slaves should be reaching its limit. Wait a little longer. The Immortal Slave Manager will appear soon."

Li Hengdao stopped Emperor Yang Tian who was about to speak and spoke lightly.

Emperor Yangtian seemed to remember something, stopped his actions, and quietly observed the Immortal Slave Altar in the center of the Immortal Slave.

A white light flashed, and a man in a black robe appeared in the center of the Immortal Slave Altar. The man was wrapped in darkness and sat cross-legged on the Immortal Slave Altar without moving.

Li Hengdao made way and signaled Emperor Yang Tian that he could start taking action.

Emperor Yangtian glanced around and said loudly:

"Ten Thousand Steps to Kill the Immortals, get ready!"

The soldiers around the three thousand Wanbu Tuxian guns began to pull the capstans and push the levers. The unpleasant creaking sounds echoed throughout the battlefield. For a moment, all other sounds disappeared, leaving only the sound of pulling the capstans.

Countless immortal slaves seemed to realize something and looked at the three thousand Wanbu Slaughtering Immortals, which suddenly rushed over without any warning.

"put!"

Emperor Yangtian shouted loudly, and the soldiers who had been prepared instantly released the mechanism on the Wanbu Tuxian. One after another, thick crossbow arrows shot towards the immortal slave like a startled wild goose.

The immortal slaves had no time to react, and their bodies fell down in large numbers like wheat being cut. Most of the hundreds of thousands of immortal slaves were killed or injured at this moment.

The chief immortal slave on the Immortal Slave Altar could no longer sit still. Although there was a mysterious force around him that isolated the power of Wanbu Tuxian, he was still alarmed by the fact that nearly half of the immortal slaves fell at the same time. He looked around, a sarcastic smile flashed in his eyes, and he sat down cross-legged again.

The remaining immortal slaves still rushed towards the human soldiers without giving in, and soon arrived in front of the human soldiers.

Wanbu Tuxian had already retreated several hundred steps, and the rest of the human soldiers rushed forward and started fighting with the immortal slaves.

"It's powerful, but it takes a little long."

The Dragon Emperor nodded with a smile.

Obviously, he was very satisfied with the power of Wanbu Tuxian just now. With just one blow, hundreds of thousands of immortal slaves bowed their heads. This was worthy of the name of Wanbu Tuxian.

Emperor Yangtian smiled, looked at the soldiers who were loading crossbows and pulling the capstan, and said softly:

"The next step will be the nightmare of these immortal slaves. Although the first attack is the most powerful, they will not be able to withstand the other rounds."

Emperor Yang Tian ignored the surprised looks of others, looked at the already loaded Wanbu Tuxian, and said loudly again:

"Ten Thousand Steps to Slaughter the Immortals, second round, shoot! Those in front, get out of the way."

Just now when Wanbu Tuxian retreated, he left a deep mark on the ground. Now that Emperor Yangtian spoke, several teams in the front hurriedly gave up these three thousand marks.

Three thousand giant arrows were shot out again, and tens of thousands of immortal slaves fell again. For a moment, the morale of the human soldiers increased greatly, while the number of immortal slaves seemed a little sparse. The remaining immortal slaves moved towards the Immortal Slave Altar without looking back.

Hundreds of thousands of immortal slaves were reduced to only tens of thousands in an instant, huddled in the Immortal Slave Altar without moving. Only immortal slaves continued to fall from the sky, restoring the number of immortal slaves.

Emperor Yangtian was somewhat surprised by this scene. He looked at the Immortal Slave Manager on the Immortal Slave Altar who was still resting with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but smile and said:

"I remember that the Immortal Slave Butler was the main force commanding the Immortal Slave charge. This time, the Immortal Slave Butler doesn't seem to want to be in charge. Aren't all the Immortal Slave Butlers handed over to us to be killed? Haha, is this Immortal Slave Butler an undercover agent sent by us?"

The Dragon Emperor and Li Hengdao both frowned, and Jiang Lei and others on the side also noticed that something was wrong.

The Dragon Emperor glanced at Gu Nineteen and asked:

"Gu Sheng, what do you think? Should we continue the attack?"

Gu Shijiu was a little confused and asked:

"Did you notice anything wrong?"

"No, I just simply felt something was wrong."

The Dragon Emperor spoke.

"My spiritual perception didn't tell me where the problem is. Since I can't detect the problem, let the problem surface and keep shooting. After killing them all, I will know where the problem is, right?"

Gu Shijiu spoke with some doubt.

The Dragon Emperor thought about it and agreed, saying:

"Then do as Gu Sheng said and keep shooting!"

Emperor Yangtian also nodded and shouted to the soldiers in front:

"Keep cumming!"

Once again, three thousand arrows were fired at the same time.