[One Emperor of Eternal Eternal Parting, long-term separation, long-term harmony, long-term separation]

As the East Empress released her miraculous power, the whole world underwent earth-shaking changes.

The original world of mountains and seas began to disappear, and was replaced by an endless ancient battlefield.

Yellow sand rolls, and dry tombs are everywhere.

But in this charming wind of killing, figures seemed to come out of the long river of history. They stood in the military formation, waiting for the drums of war with a serious expression.

"I copied the mountain spirit and copied the weapons," Bai Luo said in his mind: "Can Feiya copy people?"

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

Before Isse Feiya could react, the army standing in front had already charged forward.

This is a cavalry, but not a human soldier, but a man's soul that sleeps under the ancient battlefield.

Each of them is not as powerful as the extraordinary, and the more powerful ones have even reached heroes, masters and kings.

Not only that, taking heroes as an example, they themselves have heroic power, and the armor they wear and weapons they hold are all heroic. Even Bai Luo vaguely noticed Shirley's power on the war horse under his crotch.

"That's Zhao Bianqi!"

Emperor Dongyue immediately passed on his knowledge to: "A hero is at least equivalent to four heroes, and is a legend, but it is several times stronger than an ordinary legend."

"Hu clothing, horse shooting, Rongbian Futu."

The person in charge seemed to have come to the world. When Panda Fairy and Tiangou Ji saw this person, they murmured: "The inheritance of King Wuling of Zhao..."

"His Majesty!"

"Give me their message!"

There were too many people in front of me, and my senior sister captured at least one epic, digital legend, and a large number of kings in just one scan.

“Total number of people is 47,200.”

“Too many!!”

Isse Feiya's miracle power is enough, but there are too many, so it is too difficult to copy them all.

“Is this the second flaw in replication?”

The senior sister suddenly understood: "The speed is too fast and it is impossible to analyze, and the number is too large and it cannot be analyzed."

"Don't analyze those soldiers," Emperor Dongyue suggested: "Analysis the one in the lead!"

Without hesitation, the senior sister immediately focused her will on the figure of the god of war who led the entire army to charge. The next moment, a figure descended beside Isse Feiya.

"Zhao Yong!"

"King of Northern Frontier!"

"Um?"

King Wuling of Zhao had just woken up, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a large number of familiar faces: "Dongyue, there are also pandas and Tiangou."

"kill!!!!"

A shocking cry came from his ears. King Wuling of Zhao keenly noticed the current situation. When he turned around, he immediately saw the Zhao Bianqi rushing towards him.

"Is this my Zhao Bianqi?"

King Wuling of Zhao was very familiar with the elite army he trained himself. His thinking quickly turned and immediately said: "Her Majesty the Queen, the entire Zhao Bian Cavalry's army is here!"

"Thank you."

With King Wuling of Zhao, the senior sister skipped the scanning stage one by one.

"oh?"

King Zhao Wuling emitted a wave of light. He looked at his hand and realized the source of this imagination: "The body is reshaping."

In a flash, King Wuling of Zhao seemed to have appeared on the yellow sand battlefield. Behind him, he had personally trained many of the most trusted soldiers, all of whom he had personally cultivated.

"king!"

"General!"

"We, are we resurrected?"

Zhao Bianqi is not a clay puppet. They have their own intelligence and come from Avalon.

Without the One Emperor of Eternality, Avalon could not call a hero level or below.

But through copying, Avalon's potential power was forcibly stimulated. After all, theoretically speaking, even a speck of dust that existed in the past would be inherited by the Avalon world.

As for these heroic souls, extraordinary or extraordinary, they will naturally not miss them.

"Please help me, the ancient king."

"Ha ha ha ha."

King Wuling of Zhao just laughed and didn't answer because there was no need to say anything else.

After many years, who would have thought that he would have one day to recall his army and gallop on the battlefield again?

"Zhao Bianqi!!!"

Looking at the same enemy who launched a charge in front of him, King Wuling of Zhao raised the ancient sword in his hand and pointed the sword at the sky: "Let these young people see the heroic posture of their ancestors. Who will embarrass me and behead you immediately!"

"Dong!Dong!"

Because they are all replicas, King Wuling of Zhao not only fell from his rank, but also was unable to exert all his strength before his birth.

To a certain extent, the strength of the two Zhao Bian cavalry is almost the same.

However, compared with the Eastern Empress's army, King Wuling of Zhao's army has more special temperaments, one not fighting for honor, but simply enjoying the joy of fighting.

"What a strange army."

Bai Luo and Ying Muyang both noticed the bloody battle on the battlefield. However, compared with the solemnity of the same side, the soldiers on the other side were all smiling, as if they were doing something happy.

"They died once."

Emperor Dongyue sighed: "How can we not be happy if we can return to life and fight again?"

If the Eastern Empress’s army is a new generation that inherits power, then what the senior sister copied is the older generation who inherited power.

Compared with the two, the advantages and disadvantages are not discussed first, but in terms of experience, the latter has one more death experience than the former.

“Good fight.”

Ying Muxin didn't expect that the same collision of power could show such a unique scenery.

For a moment, even the Eastern Empress began to appreciate it.

"But there are only two armies, which is still too monotonous."

After saying that, Ying Muyang raised his hand and waved it, and saw that three completely different armies appeared behind her Zhao Bianqi.

At the same time, these three armies were also heard, resounding through the sky, echoing in eternity but never stopping the sound of military souls.

"Hold the halberd and five capitals, one sir and eight twelve gold!"

"Seventy-two battles, all the unbeatable ones will be resolved!"

"Sweep away the six-hebei and join together!"

The appearance of three armies at once put a lot of pressure on Isse Feiya, and like before, the senior sister could not recognize the origin of these three armies.

"Qi martial arts, Wei Wushou, Qin Ruishi!"

This time, Magnus spoke, and his mouth twitched: "Good guy, is she going to call the army of the Lost Empire from beginning to end?"

However, this was just the beginning, because soon, more troops from the lost kingdom appeared on the battlefield.

The tiger and leopard cavalry first climbed the dead soldiers, the white horses followed, the Wudang flying army, the white-eared soldiers, the trapped camp...

“What is this doing?”

Isse Feiya stared at the still high-ranking Empress Dong, so casual.

He clearly threw out an army that was almost equivalent to a country's military power to the Lord of Miracle, but Ying Muyang seemed to spill the wine from the wine glass, and didn't even look at it.

"It's almost done."

The Eastern Empress has already lost more than one million troops, but most of them are legendary and few epics.

If Ying Muyang cannot use mythical power, Isse Feiya would not believe it, but she still controls it, obviously to bring greater pressure to her senior sister.

This is not a simple defeat, she wants to completely defeat Isse Feiya.
Chapter completed!