Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

The fat, big-eared cooks were stir-frying vegetables in a large pot.

Countless cannon fodder lined up for food.

Someone nearby took a tin megaphone and shouted, "The Crown Prince is kind and virtuous. He knows you are going to your deaths, so he has prepared a last meal for you."

"Everyone, eat your fill, eat more!"

"After you've eaten and drunk your fill, go forth to fight the enemy, to die, with a heart full of gratitude."

"After you die, the Crown Prince will take care of your families."

"You have nothing to worry about."

"So, go ahead and die without worry, boldly, and quickly."

"If enough of you die, and die quickly enough, the enemy will die quickly too; then none of us will have to die."

"Theoretically speaking, the more people die, the fewer people die."

"come on!"

Many cannon fodder, with tears streaming down their faces, ate a bowl of last meal and drank a bowl of last wine before heading straight to the front lines, sobbing and wailing.

When they passed a cliff, they took off their armor and threw away their weapons.

Because, according to the general above, in order to maintain the efficiency of sending people to their deaths and to keep the battlefield clean, it is better to throw away this kind of debris.

Battlefield, no, it should be called a slaughterhouse:

In the end, Liu Yong skillfully maneuvered, his fists and feet flying, relentlessly killing the cannon fodder of the Great Qian Empire.

"Heh, trying to exhaust me this way? Ridiculous. In this fragment of time, I never tire."

"Trying to break my mind with death?"

"It's ridiculous. I've repeated this process countless times. My mind is strong and I will never break down."

"Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill millions?"

"Today, I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

Thinking of this, he looked up to the sky and roared, then abandoned his fists and feet and began to run wildly in circles.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He moved incredibly fast, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

The moment a group of cannon fodder touched his afterimage, they were all smashed to pieces by the madly running Liu Yong.

Flesh and blood turned into blood mist, and broken bones flew everywhere.

In the next instant, a cloud of blood mist shot into the sky and gathered in a pool.

That was the Blood Pool artifact unleashing its power, absorbing materials and beginning to improve.

A series of streaks of blood flew out and rushed into Liu Yong's head.

As a result, Liu Yong simply shook his head, and the many blood-red images in his mind that hadn't yet had a chance to transform into fearful shadows were erased.

Then, broken bones soared into the air and flew towards a long white bone banner in the west.

Click!

Click!

Click!

Inside the long banner of white bones, numerous white bones were pieced together and transformed into twelve skeletal creatures that jumped down.

They shook their heads and charged at Liu Yong, carrying large bone clubs.

Before they could even get close, they were smashed and trampled by cannon fodder who were eager to die.

Click!

The twelve new skeletal creatures fell again, charged again, and were once again crushed and trampled by their own kind.

However, this time they lasted an extra breath.

Long banners fell in the south, absorbing all kinds of deathly aura.

Legend has it that when a cultivator waved a long banner, a misty, sighing wind blew out, entered Liu Yong's seven orifices, and then emerged from behind his head, flying northward.

Liu Yong exclaimed excitedly, "How refreshing!"

"Come on, keep blowing!"

Another magical artifact, as large as a small mountain, floated in the north, absorbing the broken souls of the cannon fodder.

The sighing wind from the south blew past the magical artifact, carrying with it a faint weeping sound, and once again rushed into Liu Yong's mind.

However, it still didn't work.

At this moment, one hundred and eight bronze coffins descended from the sky. The coffin lids were opened, and one hundred and eight burly cannon fodder lay inside.

Click!

The coffin lid was closed, and inhuman screams came from inside.

After a dozen or so breaths, the coffin lid was lifted, and a muscular man with a dark blue complexion crawled out.

They growled and grabbed passing cannon fodder, dragging them into coffins.

Click!

The coffin lid was closed, and chewing sounds could be heard coming from inside.

After a short while, the coffin lid was lifted, and the dark blue zombies turned bronze.

They continued to scavenge for cannon fodder, repeatedly lifting and closing the coffin lids.

Soon, they grew white fur, then black fur, then yellow fur, and gradually transformed into red fur.

The cannon fodder lined up to step forward, and the magical artifacts, controlled by numerous legendary cultivators, became increasingly powerful.

As the death toll rose, one of the Daqian natives couldn't help but growl, "You've killed so many of us, don't you feel any remorse?"

Liu Yong showed no remorse; instead, he was excited: "I'm killing my enemies, while you're killing your own people."

"The ones who should feel guilty are not me, but you!"

Many indigenous generals couldn't bear to watch and turned away.

As soon as he turned around, he saw legendary cultivators like Wang Quan singing and dancing, frantically increasing the power of their magical artifacts.

This caused the indigenous generals to collapse even further.

He went to see the Crown Prince of Daqian: "Your Highness, you know perfectly well that these soldiers are no match for Liu Yong, so why did you send them to their deaths?"

Liu Yong comforted him, saying, "It's not that I'm sending them to their deaths, but that they're proving something to me."

"As the Crown Prince, my subjects would die without regret to prove certain things."

The indigenous general opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he sighed, turned around and rushed towards Liu Yong.

boom! boom! boom!

After several impacts, the indigenous general fell into the five magical artifacts and vanished into nothingness.

A cup of tea's time...

One hour...

Three hours...

On the battlefield, a chilling wind howled, and ghosts wailed.

The skeletal demon, wielding a large club and carrying a zombie, forcefully blocked Liu Yong's escape.

The two sides fought fiercely, the battle raging intensely.

The power of the magical artifact increased, and it began to gradually suppress Liu Yong.

However, despite the numerous pressures, Liu Yong still stubbornly resisted.

The Crown Prince of Daqian could not wait any longer. In a fit of rage, he ordered his army to launch a frenzied attack.

The army charged into the battlefield, but before they could even make a move, they were crushed by numerous magical artifacts and swallowed up as resources.

Seeing this, Liu Yong sneered disdainfully: "Your magical artifacts are still too weak."

He leaped into the air, intending to shatter the blood pool.

As a result, Wang Quan and the others took to the air and landed on the blood pool, forcefully suppressing it.

Liu Yong turned and charged at the Yin Wind Banner, but Wang Quan and the others scattered up to block him again.

Another hour passed, and even more lives were lost.

These magical artifacts absorb flesh, blood, and soul, and their power steadily increases.

call out!

A sighing wind blew through Liu Yong's seven orifices, then flew out from the back of his head with a sound like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

This time, however, when it flew out, there was an extra grain of sand in the cold wind.

This grain of sand is a part of Liu Yong's soul.

Compared to his soul, this grain of sand was utterly insignificant.

But at this moment, Wang Quan and the others cheered.

"He's starting to get injured!"

"Haha, our plan was correct!"

"Your Highness, send more men to their deaths."

"We must double the power of this magical artifact!"

The Crown Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty waved his hand generously and said, "Leave it to me!"

"Charge, cannon fodder!"

"A fight to the death!"

"For my ascension to heaven in broad daylight!"

"kill!"

Whoops!

The army was numb and sent to their deaths.

Wang Quan and others used all their might to activate their magical artifacts to block Liu Yong.

"I can't beat you with magic, and I can't surpass you in terms of cultivation level."

"We'll crush you with our lives."

one day.......

Liu Yong sneered: "This little bit of damage is just like scraping my skin."

"I'll wait until you all break down on your own!"

Two days........

Liu Yong's face darkened as he watched a sighing gust of wind carry away a handful of soul sand from his body: "Monster, I'll be able to crack your methods sooner or later."

Three days...

Liu Yong abruptly stopped resisting, then a sinister smile crept across his face: "You monsters, I'm truly enraged."

"Since you're so eager to change history, I'll change it for you!"

At this moment, he stopped fighting and allowed the magical artifact, which had absorbed the flesh and blood of millions of living beings, to bombard his body.

At that moment, he knelt on the ground, his hands digging into the earth, chanting incantations.

Seeing this, Wang Quan roared, "Quick, slap him in the face!"