You are not allowed to do underworld operations in the world of the living!

Cancer continued to ask: "What's the point of escaping from the battlefield? Even if we can escape, we won't even have a country anymore. Where should we go and how can we live?"

"But even if I don't run away..."

Before he could finish his words, another fragment of the God-Slaying Sword Formation flashed by. Several little Nuomi were unable to dodge and died on the spot in front of everyone.

"look!"

The little sticky rice closest to them screamed crazily:

"We have no power to resist at all. We have only risked our lives to resist before. We have no chance of winning!"

"I don't know if we have a chance of winning if we stay here, but I know that if we leave, we will have absolutely no chance of winning."

Cancer looks fierce:

“While we still have the strength, we will use the faith given to us by our Father to block it!

When our faith runs out, we will use our bodies to carry it!

Our flesh bodies are shattered, so we will use our teeth and our last breath to bite off a piece of iron sheet from those steel monsters!

We are the offspring of our proud father, and even though we didn't manage to grow up to be adults, I hope you all remember this.

You know, we all have the same genes as our father flowing in our bodies!

I believe that if it were him, he would never run away. Even if we died on this battlefield, as long as we could buy him enough time, he would definitely help us avenge us. At that time, we would be heroes and would be reunited with our father in Valhalla one day! ! "

The little sticky rice were stunned.

They stared blankly at the body that once seemed terrifying and like a monster.

Now, I just feel that he is tall and majestic.

"Ah, but do we have Valhalla? According to our customs, it should be called... a temple or something, right?"

Ai was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed: "This boy is a chatterbox, quite like his father, you can be the temporary commander, gather the remaining troops nearby to integrate forces, and prepare for a counterattack! I will cooperate with you, and if anyone disobeys you, I will bite off his head in one bite!"

As he said this, he threw over a piece of yellowish-brown substance.

"What is this..." The chatterbox took the thing and looked at it in confusion.

"Take a puff, it's refreshing." Ai took out another piece and took a sip: "This thing is called nicotine tar mixture. It is a special individual ration for our troops. A large part of the reason why we are so strong in combat is because of this."

The other little Nuomi looked at each other, and after a brief hesitation, they made up their minds.

"Give me some, too."

"I also want."

"Take a bite, fuck them!"

"Okay." Ai nodded: "As long as you are ready to die with me in a while, I can give you as many as you want!"

Such scenes occurred everywhere on the battlefield.

Cancer cells, which are usually like rats crossing the street and are hated by everyone, and whose names can make children stop crying, turn into masters of wartime mobilization on the battlefield.

Wherever the cancer cells passed, the little sticky rices were infected one after another. They not only became more united, but also became more motivated.

The cancer cells did not spread or devour them, or transform them into cancer cells. Instead, they encouraged the demoralized Xiao Nuomi with their own beliefs. Of course, they also received help from the old smoker Jiang Lu, although he himself may not realize it.

Therefore, Yuanshi Tianzun, who had concluded that the white smoke could not last long, soon discovered that they had transformed and sublimated.

They are no longer just passively blocking, robbing Peter to pay Paul, filling the void with their lives, and appearing to be a very chaotic mob.

Somehow, they united together and started using tactics!

Not only that, they are more like they have taken stimulants. Even if we put aside the point of coordination, their individual combat capabilities have been unprecedentedly improved.

As a result, their bodies began to gradually turn yellow and black.

Yuanshi Tianzun took a look and understood everything.

"Are they overdrawing their own lives?!"

He widened his eyes, and for the first time did not hide his shock:

"Jiang Lu! You have poison in your semen?!"

Jiang Lu, who was busy trying to develop himself, was also stunned when he heard this. He took the time to take a look, and then he was also stunned.

“Who the hell is smoking in there?!”

Yuanshi Tianzun didn't understand. After taking a whiff, he felt his nose and throat choked and his head dizzy. He felt better only after he used his divine power to force out the smoke.

But Jiang Lu understands.

This is fucking Li Qun!

After discovering this, Jiang Lu couldn't help but applaud:

"Okay, okay, so this is the correct way to use Liqun. I said Wang Yuan's realm is higher than Ding Zhen's!"

While cheering, Jiang Lu did not forget to seize the time to continue his development.

Now he has developed to the stage of about seven or eight months.

In fact, at this point, he already has the ability to be a premature baby and can give it a try.

But after all, premature babies have many congenital deficiencies. Even if the plan is very successful, the success rate is less than one in ten. If possible, he still wants to go out after full-term, so that the success rate can be greatly improved.

Although October is still some time away and time is still tight, Jiang Lu's mood is much better now than before.

After seeing his children fighting bravely on the battlefield below, he felt much more at ease and more confident.

My top priority now is to continue to develop and ignore other things. I must not let their sacrifices on the front line go to waste!

"It will be fine soon...it will be fine soon...hold on a little longer..."

Jiang Lu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and at the same time eagerly absorbed the nutrients from the Queen Mother of the West's body.

As the number of the little sticky rice in front of him continued to decrease, Yuanshi Tianzun, who was only concerned with controlling the Zhushen Sword Formation to encircle and annihilate them, did not notice that the Queen Mother of the West's belly was swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Chapter 411 Still...can’t do it?

"damn it..."

Yuanshi Tianzun saw that Xiao Nuomi's momentum in the microscopic battlefield was growing stronger and stronger, and he was actually in a stalemate with the God-Slaying Sword Formation for a while. After a while, the sword light could not advance any further. In a rage, he directly threw countless magic lights into the battlefield.

Jiang Lu was a step slow to react. He was busy growing up and only focused his attention on protecting the body of the Queen Mother of the West to ensure her safety. He did not spare the energy to take care of other things.

When he wanted to help the little glutinous rice blocks these "natural disasters", Yuanshi Tianzun's bombardment had already been successful.

But after just a blink of an eye, Yuanshi Tianzun's expression became even uglier.

Although the firepower support is in place, unfortunately, these attacks that are impossible for ordinary people to avoid are far from being impenetrable to microscopic matter.

If Yuanshi Tianzun's magical light is compared to a constant flow of congested traffic, then Xiao Nuomi and the cancer cells are the shared bicycles that travel through the traffic. Faced with the magical light that seems powerful to them but is actually extremely slow, they can squeeze in with any gap and appear to be at ease.

So with a little attention, the little sticky rice and cancer cells can cleverly find a foothold in the cracks.

Although some small sticky rice and cancer cells were not seriously affected, the casualties caused by the God-Slaying Sword Formation, which was of the same size as them, were negligible.

As a result, this actually helped Xiao Nuomi and the cancer cells.

They knew how to cooperate, how to dodge and cover each other, but the fragments of the God-Slaying Sword Formation did not know this.

Although under Yuanshi Tianzun's micro-control, the magic light has tried its best to avoid them, but there is no way, they are entangled with the little Nuomi, and it is really difficult to carry out effective targeted attacks.

The level of detail in the microscopic world is hard to imagine. Who could have imagined that in an area the size of a little fingernail, there are thousands of sword formation fragments and little glutinous rice engaged in a brutal battle?

No matter how much Yuanshi Tianzun knows about the microscopic world, he can only control the overall situation from a macroscopic perspective. As for the battlefield situation which is so tiny and changes rapidly, there is no way for him to be absolutely precise.

After all, he is only the god of the Three Pure Ones, not the god who created the entire cosmic civilization. If he could control everything across dimensions, then Jiang Lu would not need to fight him and could just surrender.

If he really reached this level, not to mention that Jiang Lu could not defeat him, even if the guardian god of the forbidden land who destroyed the future Yuanshi Tianzun and the Three Pure Ones countless times in the blink of an eye came, I am afraid he would not dare to say that he would win 100%.

Yuanshi Tianzun touched the threshold of a higher level, but he was always one step short and unable to enter the palace he had dreamed of.

And this missing line was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Under the offensive he launched in a hurry, Xiao Nuomi and the cancer cells quickly began to use the opponent's force to their advantage, cleverly taking advantage of the murderous nature of the fragments of the Sword Formation to lure them into Yuanshi Tianzun's dense firepower network. For a moment, many fragments actually lost their combat effectiveness, which reduced their pressure on the front battlefield sharply.

The mouthful bit down hard on the nicotine-tar mixture, and ignited it with the sparks from the explosion caused by the magic light. With bloodshot eyes and great pleasure, he said viciously:

"Don't mess with us, you flying pieces of rotten iron. If you dare to attack us again, I will kill you with my Xiaomi SU7!"

The cancer behind it, who had formed a deep friendship with him in the previous battle, once again blocked the sudden attack of the sword formation fragments, and then turned back: "What is Xiaomi su7?"

“I don’t know.” The chatterbox shook his head. “It’s something that’s engraved in my DNA anyway.”

"You really are like a father!"

Cancer exclaimed, then shouted and ran towards the battlefield farther away.

After the bombing was over, the fragments of his sword formation became much quieter, but the billowing white smoke continued to roll towards the fragments of the sword formation after a short rest. Yuanshi Tianzun's face turned green.

Seeing this, Jiang Lu also took the time to sneer: "Your sword formation is the sharpest sword, and your magic is the most powerful cannon. So the question is, if your sword and cannon collide, which one is better?"

"Stop making sarcastic remarks!"

Yuanshi Tianzun felt a nameless anger rising from the bottom of his heart:

"I should have torn your mouth apart first!"

Jiang Lu laughed: "You look a bit like a spoiled child when you are angry."

"Humph!"

Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly, and started from zero frame, redirecting the magic light that was supposed to be blasted towards the microscopic battlefield and throwing it towards Jiang Lu.

At this moment, Queen Mother of the West had finally recovered from the wound on her back.

With a wave of the big black halberd in his hand, Yuanshi Tianzun's dazzling magic was directly dispersed.

"If I can't hit your sword formation, can't I hit them?" Jiang Lu said disdainfully.

After saying that, Jiang Lu took out a cigarette, lit it in front of Yuanshi Tianzun, and then blew the smoke directly into the microscopic battlefield.

In an instant, all of Jiang Lu's personal soldiers were enveloped in smoke, and a huge amount of nicotine oil mixture, along with huge heat, was poured into their bodies.

Even those little glutinous rices who did not desert but secretly equated cancer with smoking in their hearts, so when faced with the stimulants offered by cancer they just politely waved their hands and said "Sorry, I won't", all inhaled this substance which was equivalent to adrenaline or a backup hidden energy source for them.

After just one puff, the little sticky rice who rejected and resisted the nicotine-tar mixture became dazed.

"Who said this mixture causes cancer? This mixture is amazing!"