Originally, creating a simulated miniature of hell through constant sensing within one's own body is a rather complicated project.
It often takes more than a month of hard work.
But now, the core of hell was stimulated and took the initiative to launch an original attack.
Using the Seal of Nothingness, he captured the attack from the source of hell and then transformed it into a miniature of hell. It could be done in just a moment.
This efficiency has been improved by more than a thousand times.
Zong Shen's mind moved.
A divine fetus seed condensed into a superego particle and slowly flew into the microcosm of hell.
It started to take root smoothly.
Then, he pulled the miniature of hell, which had taken root, out of his body and slowly flew towards the core of the world.
When the phantom of hell touched the surface of the world's core, it merged with the world's core without any pause.
Under Zong Shen's induction, the divine fetus seed began to take root inside the core and establish a connection.
The interior of the world's core is extremely large.
It takes several days for the seeds to take root.
During the boring wait, Zong Shen closed his eyes and sat down, beginning to comprehend the phantom of hell.
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The Continent of Ten Thousand Gods.
Nanyang Prefecture, western border.
On the border of the vast and endless desert.
Tianzong City stands firm!
Hundreds of Yingtian boats were suspended in the sky above Tianzong City.
The red spiritual cannon kept firing.
More than a dozen supreme elders appeared out of nowhere and displayed a series of astonishingly powerful magical powers.
Millions of Dharma Realm disciples, led by elders, formed a battle formation and continued to advance with Tianzong City as the center.
The two brothers Zong Qitian and Zong Qiming stood in the center of the city and saluted a ginger cat in front of them.
In front of the orange cat, there were several Sumeru mustard seed bags.
"Senior, are these precious resources really what our ancestor asked you to bring?"
The two brothers Zong Qitian looked at each other.
The Sumeru mustard seed bags in front of him contained one hundred bottles of spiritual liquid that could open the orifices, a pool of blood that could transform all beasts into dragons, and one hundred bottles of bear pills that could remove hair, cleanse the marrow, and purify the physical constitution.
Not only is everything precious.
Even the number is huge!
It is enough to train a group of elite disciples from the holy land who can sweep the world.
Tachibana nodded solemnly.
This matter was entrusted by Zong Shen himself, so it naturally dared not neglect it.
"This is what the master asked me to deliver. From now on, the master will no longer live in seclusion, and the disciples and relatives in the Tianzong Holy Land will also be taken care of!"
Zong Qi Tian and Zong Qi Ming looked at each other, with an indescribable look in their eyes.
Ancestor! The Ancestor is coming out!
"Okay, the most urgent thing is to clear out the Yellow Sand Clan outside of Tianzong City and stabilize the situation again."
After saying this, Juza ignored them.
Unless the Tianzong Holy Land is unable to fight against the Huangsha Clan, it will not take action again.
The two of them bowed and saluted Juza.
Then Zong Qi Tian collected these precious cultivation resources.
Outside the city, a group of elders with high spirits and extraordinary cultivation, each wearing strong armor, holding a magical weapon, with a gleam in their eyes.
It was transforming into a sharp knife, charging and killing among the Yellow Sand Clan's army.
In addition, there were countless disciples, standing on their horses with swords in hand, looking very aggressive.
Various battle formations are like sickles.
Crazily harvesting the lives of the Huangsha people.
All the open space within hundreds of miles outside Tianzong City was cleared.
There were corpses, broken arms, blood, and remaining soldiers everywhere.
The entire battlefield was extremely tragic.
More than half of the Huangsha tribe's troops besieging Tianzong City have been killed.
On the periphery, countless Yellow Sand Tribe members were rushing over, just like rivers flowing into a big lake, endless.
The city's defense formation was also re-established.
"Master Supreme!"
"The land within a hundred miles of the city has been recaptured, but reinforcements from the Yellow Sand Tribe are coming from all directions. A conservative estimate is that there are tens of millions of troops!"
"Please give me your instructions, Master!"
An old man wearing a square scarf and Taoist robes floated down from the sky.
Report with a serious expression.
Zong Qitian frowned.
"Leave 100,000 pioneer disciples to charge outside the city for a while, and the rest will return to the city to rest and wait."
"Notify all the Supreme Elders to return quickly and build a continuous spiritual energy formation to provide energy for the city defense formation!"
He gave orders to the old man in the kerchief.
The ancestor came out of seclusion with high hopes.
They, the descendants, must never bring shame upon themselves.
Tianzong City must not be lost!
Instructions were conveyed one after another.
Soon, most of the disciples returned to the city under the leadership of their respective elders.
Start to rest.
Replenish spiritual power and heal injuries.
Only a team of 100,000 people was left.
Disperse into small battle formations.
Like fighting dragons, they would stab and bite the outer perimeter of the Huangsha tribe from time to time.
Behind the Huangsha tribe’s army, the two giant demon lizards, each a thousand feet in size, had been killed.
It turned into two burnt and smelly corpses.
The surrounding area of a thousand feet was melted by the powerful force of thunder and lightning, and the sand turned into glass.
Elder Sun held the Sky Thunder in his hand, standing tall and proud.
Below, the eyeless priest and the skeleton chief were panting and in a miserable state.
The wooden sculpture of the Pharaoh behind the Eyeless Priest had been beaten to only half of its original size.
"This human... is so scary!"
"That sword must be a top-level divine artifact!"
The priest was covered in blood, his eyes empty as he stared into the air.
"More than half of the tribe's warriors have been killed. We must ask the chief for help. Otherwise, we will all be buried here today."
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