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Chapter seven hundred and ninetieth war restart

"Here you come."

The red blood plane, Shenting Peak, and the dark clone in a black robe immediately opened their eyes.

Almost as he looked up, a figure had fallen from the sky and fell directly to the Shenting Peak.

It is the royal city.

“The plan can be re-implemented.”

Wangcheng glanced at the red blood plane.

In the past thousand years, his Killing God Court conquered an immortal plane, and the territory did not grow much, but the dark blood plane and the red blood plane that belonged to the original territory have all developed tremendously. At present, the population of the entire Red Blood Plane has increased six times compared to the past thousand years. All of them have become believers of the Killing God Court. The enthronement of kings in each kingdom must be approved by the local Holy See.

In this case, the power of faith he can enjoy is only a lot more than conquering ten planes.

After glanced at the Red Blood Plane, Wang Cheng nodded with satisfaction. The next moment, his eyes were already facing the clone of the Dark God. Then, a powerful force of faith that could be called vast, rushed from the identity of the Dark God, and was deliberately guided by Wang Cheng to continuously pour into the skill bar.

“Buzz!”

Supported by the power of faith that has accumulated over thousands of years of area of ​​three positions, the skill points in the skill column were quickly bred. In less than three days, the first attribute point had been bred.

And this attribute point consumes only 1 skill point!

1 to 1!

Supported by the power of faith with a total area of ​​three positions accumulated for thousands of years, the exchange ratio of skill points and attribute points reached a 1-to-1 value for the first time.

"good!"

Seeing that as he guessed, the skill points and attribute points could achieve a 1-to-1 transformation, Wang Cheng's face showed joy from the bottom of his heart.

And, this is not the end.

After estimating the time it takes for the skill point to be completely transformed into attribute points, the powerful divine mind of the royal city descended to the spiritual world of Cecil who was in the immortal plane and Cas who was in the dark blood plane.

Feeling the arrival of the divine thoughts of the royal city, Cecil and Cas both knelt down respectfully at the same time: "Welcome to Your Majesty."

"The development of thousands of years of rest, immortality plane, dark blood plane, and red blood plane have reached the extreme. It is time to spread the glory of killing to a wider world. Cecil, you lead your men and attack Hongtian plane in three months. His Majesty Sarah and my clone will accompany you! Cass, gather people to gather, and in three months, level the Moro plane! At that time, I will come in person!"

"Abide by the oracle!"

The two popes promised that the huge war machine of the Killing God's Court was launched in full swing.

After the order was issued by the royal city, it did not waste time. It directly took out hundreds of divine crystals and arranged a nurturing divine formation. The center of the divine formation was a divine character.

The divine nature from the lava clone of the god of the earth back then.

While nurturing his own lava clone, he set his eyes on the fifth level of Metaphysics.

He had already understood the fifth level of the Yuanpoint Meditation Technique. At this moment, even if it was reverse deduction, it only took two months. Then the royal city consumed another 40 skill points, pushing it to the peak of the sixth level.

The power of faith accumulated over a thousand years is too strong. Wangcheng spent two months to reverse the Yuanpoint Meditation technique and waited for another month before the skill bar completely digested these power of faith. In the end, he obtained 5 attribute points.

Among these 5 attribute points, the ratios of the previous 4 were 1 to 1, and only the last one seemed to be insufficient in faith, so it fell to 7 to 1!

In other words, after spending 11 skill points, he got 5 attribute points.

After taking a glance at the skill point that fell to 521 due to practicing "Source Book", true meaning visualization, elemental meditation, creation-derived method and other techniques, Wang Cheng was very satisfied.

There are not many 5 attribute points, but the royal city has already seen the extremely broad future ahead.

"very good."

Looking at the skill points completed by the transformation, Wang Cheng did not hesitate to allocate the newly obtained 5 attribute points in the form of physique 2 and spirit 3.

In fact, virtual chaos is derived from his body now, which can almost be called an immature chaotic body, strength, agility, physique, and spirit. In his opinion, there is no difference between increasing physique and spirit. It is only a habit.

With the increase of 5 attribute points, Wangcheng obviously felt that his combat power was stronger again.

He has now embarked on the path of chaotic creatures, and chaotic creatures themselves need to constantly strengthen their bodies. The stronger the body, the faster they practice.

It is as if it is precisely because of his strong body that he is extremely willful in skipping the second and direct practice of the third chapter of the Source Card, saving the step of constantly promoting the body to become stronger by activating the bloodline of the chaotic creatures. You must know that this step will take thousands of years for those top geniuses whose bloodlines reach the ninth level. As for further down, the eighth level bloodline will take two thousand years, the seventh level bloodline will take four thousand years, the sixth level bloodline will take eight thousand years, and the fifth level bloodline will...

Unless you have a unique talent, you don’t have to consider the chaotic biological system at all.

If the blood of the chaotic creatures is completely activated, you still have to be careful. Whether it is the moment the star collapses or the subsequent process of refining the chaotic world, it must be carried out slowly and gradually.

But if his physical strength meets the standards and mental strength, he can ignore these difficulties. Even after his physical strength and spirit are extremely strong, he can refine more than a dozen star energy in one breath, ten times or dozens of times, shorten the time required for the degeneration practice.

This is also the reason why the royal city was eager to leave the Star Prison and come to the world of the gods as soon as it was cultivated into the evolution chapter.

"I need a stronger spirit, a stronger body... a higher level of meditation, a more mysterious true visualization... In this way, I can cultivate into a smelting chapter, or even... into a chaotic creature in tens of thousands of years, or even thousands of years!"

The eyes of Wangcheng were shining.

"Start the war!"

...

Moro plane.

The situation in this plane is much more complicated than other planes. The entire plane has sixteen church forces.

However, for some reason, these sixteen forces have a tacit understanding. No church has sent gods to descend to incarnate. Even the struggle between churches is limited to the forces under the church itself. Even the battles of the chosen ones are rare.

But at this moment, the sixteen churches seemed to be anxious at the same time. The revival from the dark blood plane of the powerful neighbor three months ago made the ****** Church feel uneasy at the same time.

Although there has been a peaceful wave between the two planes for thousands of years, the ******* Church has not relaxed its vigilance against the extremely aggressive dark blood plane.

At this moment, the six major church popes in the ******* church, who are in the order camp, manifested a projection through a special semi-artifact and gathered in the most powerful Moon God Church, with their faces full of worry.

"Pope Cynthia, I wonder if there is any oracle that the great His Majesty Diana can descend? The Dark Blood Plane is ready to move. After a thousand years of precipitation, the powerful God of Killing once again showed his fierce fangs. At this moment, he has sharpened his knife and his target is our Moro plane. If we do not take any action, the entire plane may be in danger of being destroyed."

"Yes, Pope Cynthia, our five major churches have always regarded you as the leader. This difficulty must be overcome by relying on the help of the pope."

"At present, our church coalition forces have gone to four channels connecting the dark blood plane to prevent it from happening, but this level of power may not be able to stop the God of Killing."

Cynthia looked at the popes and felt the problem was serious: "Although the god of killing is domineering, he probably only dares to compete with us at the level of the church army. Once he dares to come, it is equivalent to declaring war with sixteen gods at the same time. He is not a middle god. If he dares to declare war with sixteen gods at the same time, he will have to be defeated. If he does not rely on the real body of the gods, the army formed by our sixteen churches may not be worse than him. If we do not help, we can ask for help from nearby planes, and believe that they have no good feelings for their neighbor who is strong enough to break the balance of strength."

"Pope Cynthia is right. The God of Killing will never dare to come in real life. It is just a struggle at the church level, and we are not afraid of him."

"Then decide to send more troops to the plane passage, and at the same time ask for help from nearby planes, combine the power of several major planes to eliminate this black sheep."

"Yes, we..."

A pope was about to say something, but Cynthia, who was faintly the head of the six major churches, seemed to have received some information. She immediately took out a messaging tool and checked it. When she saw clearly the scene manifested in the tool, an uncontrollable look of anger suddenly appeared on her face: "God of Killing, how dare he!"

"What's going on?"

"Pope Cynthia, what happened?"

Several popes quickly asked.

However, their questioning lasted less than a moment, and they immediately received the news, which was covered by anger: "Damn it! This damn god of killing, he must go to hell!"

"Lava clone!? A divine clone? He sent one of his clones to fight? Damn, is he trying to trigger a god war?? He is using his own power to provoke the sixteen gods in our Moro plane!"

"Ah! The 12 million troops of my Thunder Church were all killed in the lava ocean formed by the lava clone. Even the legendary knights in the head did not escape alive! Madman, madman, this god of killing is simply a madman!"

Cynthia was also extremely heartbroken. There were many troops stationed in the plane passages of the six major churches, and their Lunatic Church also had nine million elite troops.

However, the images emitted from the holy weapon were the lava clone of the God of Killing turning into a lava ocean of tens of thousands of kilometers in diameter. All the elites of the six major churches were buried in the sea of ​​magma, and the corpses were not preserved. The nine million elites of their Moon God Church were no exception.

"Pray, everyone!"

Cynthia's face was filled with cold light: "The God of Killing has broken the rules. Since he ignored the rules and allowed his clone to come in person, then we will do what he wished! He will understand the price it takes to provoke the sixteen gods with his power!"
Chapter completed!
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