Origin Paradise!

More than 3,000 Divine Guard soldiers continued their advance.

Jiang He refined all the garbage in the Gluttony Paradise. This garbage mainly came from damaged weapons and equipment. When the extraordinary factors gathered at a high concentration, it naturally gave rise to the medicine.

[Name: Extraordinary Factor Drug]

[Category: Auxiliary]

[Quality: Epic]

[Effect: Repairs most permanent injuries caused by the loss of extraordinary factors; has excellent replenishment and repair capabilities for equipment damage; and helps directly maintain extraordinary engineering structures such as arrays, matrices, and magic circles.]

[Note: Gluttony's product/strategic all-rounder, originating from the most fundamental extraordinary power of control, cannot be imitated. Suggested retail price: 10 Soul Fragments]

When a hero-level being dies, the annihilation of its soul will generate fragments, namely soul crystal fragments. However, these fragments will not fall directly to the ground, but will appear in a corner of its world according to the law of causality.

Ten soul fragments equal one small soul crystal.

Ten small soul crystals equal one medium soul crystal.

Small Soul Crystals can upgrade the level of Master-level Skill Passives and increase Soul Strength, while Grandmaster-level Skill Passives require Medium Soul Crystals.

Due to their unfathomable demand, soul crystals of all levels have become the hard currency in the boundless void.

"There are thirty vials of the Extraordinary Factor Drug. All the garbage we've collected since arriving in the World of Contender is here."

"It can be sold for the price of three medium-sized crystals."

"But I don't have a stable sales channel."

Jiang He turned to Si Ning and said, "Si Ning, come here for a moment."

Si Ning froze, her delicate body on horseback trembling slightly. Her expression was strange as she asked, "What did you just call me?"

"Come here immediately."

"okay."

Si Ning's expression relaxed. Since becoming animal companions, she noticed that someone's wariness towards her had dropped dramatically. She suspected that even if she were to impulsively touch the other person's crotch, there would be no danger; she would probably just get a dirty look.

Jiang He handed over the flagship product he had casually put together to Si Ning.

“Sell it to the legitimate sellers, and you get one-third.”

"No, this money is too hot to handle."

"I will forge an immortal-level martial art for you."

"make a deal."

Si Ning accepted the potion. Back in the Silkworm World, the two sides had to haggle over even two hundred game coins.

The skeletal dragon riders marched for an hour.

Hangu Pass is now in sight.

Hangu Pass is situated on a plateau to the west, bordered by a deep ravine to the east, connected to the Qinling Mountains to the south, and blocked by the Milky Way to the north. Located on the ancient road between the two capitals, the pass is nestled in a deep and treacherous valley, making it an indisputable formidable and strategically important fortress.

The two pillars of the Northern Wei Dynasty led 700,000 soldiers to guard the surrounding area. More than 70% of them were equipped with mud armor and bamboo swords and spears. With the technical support of players from various guilds and adventure groups, there were many special troop types.

On the city wall, Murong Lan and Lawyer Ye stood side by side. Both were in their prime and were the true commanders of the elite troops of the Northern Wei Dynasty, second only to the military leader Wu Huan in rank.

Boom boom boom!

Three thousand iron cavalry charged in, few in number but each one capable of taking on a thousand men, having already annihilated an army of over three hundred thousand.

"The Nuo mask and war drum army, move out."

Murong Lan's expression was serious as she waved her hand to give the order.

The next moment, the nine city gates opened, and ten thousand soldiers with Nuo masks and war drums rushed out of the city to assemble. These soldiers, who looked like ancient shamans, all wore painted wooden masks shaped like fanged demons, and each of them held a bell in their hands.

Ding Ding Ding!

Ten thousand people dancing together—this is a simple ritual performed on a massive scale.

A deep and distant booming sound descended upon Hangu Pass, causing countless warhorses within the city to pound their hooves in terror. The bells, which resonated with the souls of beasts, were said to have been a key means of repelling wild animals in ancient tribal times.

The sound of the bell came like rolling waves.

Unfortunately, the skeletal dragon rider has no soul.

A magnificent eight-legged warhorse charged ahead, and Jiang He on its back suddenly clenched his fist, then swung it forward and struck hard.

Boom!

It was like ten thousand thunderclaps overlapping.

A deafening roar rose, silencing the heavens and earth, and the rolling bell sounds dissipated instantly, shattering the 20,000 carefully prepared terror bells.

Swish swish!

Three thousand Divine Guards fired arrows in unison. Each of them had undergone ten years of arduous training in the Blessed Land of Gluttony. One powerful arrow landed first, piercing and killing three masked sorcerers. The overflowing energy danced wildly in all directions, like countless supple yet sharp blades and whips, shredding more than a dozen people around into mincemeat.

Wow!

Three thousand swirling vortexes of powerful energy shredded and pulverized the Nuo masked war drum army, turning them into a bloody mess.

On the city wall, the two pillars of state looked helpless. Although they had anticipated that the war would be difficult, the fact that the initial battle had ended so quickly was still unbelievable.

call!

The ground in front of Hangu Pass rippled.

Thanks to the mud armor, the 300,000 soldiers, who had been hidden in the ground, stood up in unison, like an endless brownish-yellow forest. Having taken the Zhu Yan Pill, these cannon fodder were full of fighting spirit, and the young warriors at the front charged forward with mud shields in hand.

No tactics are needed.

Three thousand elite cavalrymen charged straight ahead.

The eight-legged warhorse smashed the young warrior into a bloody mist, and continued forward. Its sturdy and ferocious head was like a heavy hammer, smashing the bodies of fully armed soldiers one by one.

Jiang He swung his palm and sent the head of a near-hero level expert flying. The force of the blow prevented the head from shattering. With a thunderous roar, the head shot straight out like a cannonball. The immense power was unleashed, and the streak of light pierced through the army formation, crushing thousands of soldiers along the way, before finally crashing into the top of Hangu Pass.

boom!

The entire fortified pass trembled violently.

The two pillars of state covered their ears in pain, then stared in disbelief as a figure in a dragon robe leaped from his horse and landed directly in the very center of the battle formation. Indistinct afterimages of arms rose around him, and soldiers flew out one after another, crashing into and killing countless comrades. In just three breaths, the battle formation seemed to have been slashed by countless swords and shattered into pieces.

clang!

The Divine Guards clashed with the enemy.

Ordinary troops would have collapsed long ago when someone went on a killing spree, but the Zhu Yan, the sacred beast symbolizing war, endowed these soldiers with an unimaginable fighting spirit.

Jiang He smashed the chest of a centurion with his left hand, swept the three men to their deaths with his right arm, and delivered a straight kick that cleared the area within three miles in front of him. A torrential rain of blood fell and trickled down through his platinum hair. The area within several miles became a hell, and it was almost impossible to find a decent corpse.

Clang!

A swordsman suddenly burst out of the blood mist, frantically thrusting his longsword, striking Jiang He in the back. The sword light, stretching for over ten meters, was sharp and piercing, but the sound like striking metal left the sub-hero swordsman with cold hands and feet, frozen in place.

Jiang He turned around, his eyes calm, and slapped the man's head off with a palm. The dented head drooped into his abdomen. He tore off the swordsman's arm and flung it to the side. The arm was like a spear, directly blasting another martial arts master who had retreated in the face of battle to pieces.

Whoohoo!

Jiang He strolled leisurely, his fists and palms creating a bloodbath. The 300,000-strong army surrounded him completely, charging recklessly until his clothes cascaded like a waterfall, blood flowing endlessly.

Destroying flesh and blood, trampling on life.

Jiang He didn't care at all why these soldiers, who showed little sign of training, had gone to the battlefield. He believed he had no obligation to redeem anyone. If Lao Hei wasn't around, the entire Zhulu World would have long become a paradise for vicious soldiers.

"It's still too slow."

Jiang He stretched out his hands, pushing the power of his hands to its limit.

Because of his spatial powers, he truly felt that he had grasped space. As his body spun, space was violently pulled like a rag. The entire battlefield was like a painting being completely crushed. Space was constantly squeezed, collapsed, torn, and spiraled, releasing a terrifyingly powerful strangulation force. Hundreds of thousands of people were turned into fireworks, their blood and flesh exploding. The majestic city wall to the east of Hangu Pass was forcibly pulled away and crushed into dust.

In the attic, the two Pillars of State and the Sub-Hero Guard stood dumbfounded. A huge whirlpool pit appeared on the battlefield, and apart from the Divine Guards, there was not a single living person.

Outside the battlefield, the fighting spirit bestowed by Zhu Yan clashed fiercely with the fear stemming from instinct. Many soldiers struggled on their faces, and their human-like anxieties gradually became clear.

[Hint: You have created the legendary arcane art, Aerial Purgatory]

Jiang He remained calm. As a martial arts master of ten thousand years, he was already familiar with the feeling of creating secret techniques or moves, but the feeling of the two "powers" working together was especially smooth.

"No wonder they were willing to risk their reincarnation and death to try and obtain a second power."

For celestial beings who reincarnate to contend for supremacy in the human world, unless the rewards are exceptionally great, willingly weakening themselves and even risking inexplicable demise is entirely a losing proposition.

call!

On the western cliff, ten thousand medicine warriors marched out, each carrying a huge wooden box on their back. As the steel pipes descended, billowing plague mist spewed out, cascading down the cliff like a river, and attacking the Divine Guard Army.

Meanwhile, inside Hangu Pass, a large group of stilt-walking Shehuo Bailing Army began their attack. The stilts were made of yang steel and glowed red. Secretly passed-down powder ignited flesh and blood. These soldiers, who looked like entertainers, advanced through the sea of ​​fire, wielding meteor hammers wrapped in flames, creating countless streaks of light.

Meanwhile, on the eastern side of the precipice, the Tongshuidao army formed a battle array. These soldiers, trained by the Daode Sect, used rituals to manipulate the powerful waterways to construct a colossal Taoist statue a hundred meters tall, holding a whip in one hand and a sword in the other, striding towards the Divine Guard Army.

Behind the Divine Guard Army, in the direction of Shiguan, on the ground below the mountains on both sides of the main road, a massive number of mud-armored soldiers rose up. The 100,000 soldiers, together with the main force pouring out from both sides of Hangu Pass, launched the final encirclement attack. They were divided into teams of 100 men, riding on top of each other with first-class Yang steel cables, layer upon layer, just to restrict the Divine Guard Army's charge.

The mountains and fields were filled with fearless enemies.

On his eight-legged warhorse, Jiang He calmly said, "Form the formation."

More than three thousand fierce guards dismounted and fought on foot, forming a circle. They immediately drew their thorn ropes, which transformed into heavy shields. Then they drew their bows and nocked arrows, unleashing streaks of light. The powerful arrows relentlessly reaped the surging enemies.

A plague fog descended.

A pitch-black sun appeared behind Jiang He. Although its size was greatly reduced due to the suppression of the sun's core, its devouring power was still astonishing.

Countless wisps of plague mist converged and flowed into Jiang He's body. The plague, which could completely kill even the immortals on earth, vanished under the poison of the sub-legendary. He simply reached out his Hand of Dawn, his palm as large as a city, and crushed the top of the cliff. The rubble and the remains of the medicine men mixed together to form a huge sphere, reddish-brown in color.

boom!

Jiang He wielded the Hand of Dawn and flung out a giant sphere.

The next moment, the sphere fell behind the battlefield, causing the earth to shake and rocks to fly everywhere, killing tens of thousands of people. More than half of the mud-armored soldiers who had been attacking from behind were wiped out.

Chapter 600 Illness Trapped at Tongguan

Whoosh!

Jiang He rose up from the ground, which cracked like a net.

He went straight to the side of the Hundred-Meter Taoist's head, kicked out, and the massive body, as large as a mountain, was powerless against the tiny figure. It immediately rose from the ground and slammed into Hangu Pass.

The formidable pass collapsed here.

The under-hero guards were too late to save Yelü Zhuguo and could only carry Murong Lan away. On the battlefield, the emperor was wreaking havoc, and even those standing at the rear could not guarantee their safety.

Whoosh whoosh!

Faced with the surging tide of mud-armored soldiers, the Evil God Guards formed a battle formation and fired rapidly, unleashing a volley of arrows. When the powerful arrows were exhausted, the barbs on the thorny shields were inexhaustible.

The shrill whistling of countless arrows tore through the air, and the dark rain of arrows obscured the sky. When the mud-armored soldiers in the front row looked up, thorny arrows had already pierced their face armor, and drops of scarlet blood dripped down from the arrow tails. The second wave of arrows followed, pinning people to the ground.

A centurion at the peak of the Gold rank, with a broken arrow lodged in his throat, was still roaring. Blood seeped from between his fingers and flowed down the arrow shaft in a small stream. A soldier in the rear guard stepped over the corpses of his comrades as he advanced. In an instant, a thorny arrow pierced through the back of his neck and struck his colleague's breastplate, stringing the two together like a bloody candied hawthorn.

shhhhhh!

Broken arrows, like reeds, were densely embedded in the mangled flesh of the bodies. The mountain wind swept across the battlefield, carrying the stench of blood and rust.

A sub-hero level expert means greater archery endurance; after dozens of volleys, corpses littered the area in front of Hangu Pass.

A sea of ​​fire is approaching from directly in front.

Murong Lan commanded the actors' army, her face contorted with madness, as if she were desperately clinging to her last hope.

Jiang He ignored the sea of ​​fire before him. A jet-black longbow appeared. As the bowstring trembled and the arrow disappeared, Murong Lan's body exploded, and the force of the explosion engulfed the nearby Sub-Hero Guard.

With a single finger, the final flames swept out.

The sea of ​​fire quickly turned black, the Yanggang stilts broke, and the Lingren Army fell one after another, turning to ashes amidst the final flames, accompanied by cries of pain.

Jiang He kept drawing the bow.

Explosions rose from the earth again and again, and the fearless mud-armored soldiers dwindled at an unbelievable rate, leaving the ground in front of Hangu Pass riddled with holes.

A one-sided slaughter lasting fifteen minutes.

The war is over.

Si Ning came to Jiang He's side and took out a large sword box from her storage bag. Inside, seventy large silver swords were neatly stacked, all the spoils from their relentless pursuit of the aristocratic families.

"Just pick one."

Jiang He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is there a difference?"