Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Zhao Yang didn't know how long he had been fighting. When the sky gradually darkened and the monster army retreated, he turned around and realized that there was nothing around him.

The thousands of whirlwind guards who came with him were reduced by nearly half.

"Repair, count the casualties."

Sitting cross-legged on the embankment, Zhao Yang took the dry rations handed over by the soldiers, took a few mouthfuls, and then closed his eyes to adjust his breath.

They also stayed overnight on the embankment.

Sinking his mind into the world of Asura Battlefield, Zhao Yang saw countless balls of light floating in front of him.

These are all spirits collected by Zhao Yang.I didn't have time to deal with them before, and I was afraid they would dissipate, so I put them here first.

Zhao Yang had no choice but to let many of them dissipate by themselves.

He swept over with his divine sense, put aside the spirits of the demon race, and picked out the intact ones from the human race.

"Brothers, this is a special secret place, I will find you a physical body."

Saying that, Zhao Yang flew up and found a group of low-ranking Shura clansmen.

The mighty Shura and the human Zhao Yang in the Shura battlefield can't do anything about it, and those with strong cultivation bases also have strong spirit power, and they can't win at all.

Zhao Yang can only find these low-level Shura and human races.

"Om-"

The power of the soul was activated, and an invisible wave radiated from Zhao Yang's body.

This is the embodiment of the cultivation of Soul Howling Technique to a certain level.

I saw that group of Asura clansmen were all stiff and stood still in place.

Zhao Yang waved a few groups of human spirits out and landed on these Shura clansmen.

With the help of his soul power, he suppressed the soul of the Shura clan.

After a while, those Shura people moved their bodies, looked at each other, and then looked at Zhao Yang excitedly.

"Thank you, General!"

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Yang found another place to place the other spirits.

In the end, all the thousand or so spirits were successfully captured, and they became tall Shura clansmen.

Putting on their masks, the more than a thousand soldiers followed Zhao Yang and began to fight in the secret realm.

When the first ray of sunshine in the east shines on the river, it reflects brilliant bright red.

"It's great to be alive—"

With a black iron mask covering his face, a tall Shura clansman stood on the embankment, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Boom-"

The drums for the changing of the guard sounded, and groups of soldiers stepped onto the embankment.

"Brother Sun, the guard has changed!"

Seeing that the masked "Sun Wannian" was intact, all the generals smiled.

"Brothers, take care!"

The whirlwind guard suffered heavy losses, and there were not many other guards left. After returning to the camp, the disabled guards began to merge and then replenished their soldiers.

After counting, several military academies who boarded the embankment never came back.

After returning to the big camp, the soldiers stepped into the gates of secret realms that were shining on the big field after a short rest.

Everyone wants to improve their strength so that they can live longer.

One day and night later, under the leadership of "Sun Wannian", Xuanfengwei boarded the embankment again.

"Brother Sun, take care." "Brother Sun, take care."

……

There were a few fewer people who said goodbye, and half of the soldiers who walked down the embankment.

"Cyclone Guard, kill—"

"Sun Wannian" yelled loudly, and rushed towards those monster clans who had already set foot on the bone beach with the waves.

The war resumes.

On this day, the army was reduced by nearly half, and there were more than a thousand Shura people.

Repair and fight again.

Fewer and fewer battle flags were erected on the embankment.

The original day and night trimming has become a trimming every two days.

Then it turned into a group of tall soldiers with iron masks on their faces. Under the leadership of an iron-faced general who was not afraid of death, they never went down the embankment for five days and five nights.

It's not that they don't want to go down the levee, it's not that they don't want to repair it.

The Zhenhaiwei camp, which used to have nearly 50 troops, is now empty, with only tens of thousands of wounded and sick.

High above the sky, nearly ten golden-armored monsters surrounded a six-foot-high human warrior, and they continued to kill with spells and weapons.

Not far away, several men in black robes sat cross-legged under a huge gray-black banner, their faces gloomy.

"What does Lord Junhou mean? He really wants to see the seventh battalion of Zhenhaiwei wiped out? Could it be that neither Zhao Yang nor General Yao will be rescued?" A black-robed priest said in a low voice with an ugly expression on his face. .

"Compared to the general situation in Xizhou, what is the seventh largest battalion..." Mu Chengzi's voice was so soft that only he could hear it.He looked at Yao Guangcheng in front of him, with a trace of sadness on his face.

"I have been in the Seventh Camp for nearly 80 years. I have watched General Yao become a fake baby in the late Jindan period, transform into a Nascent Soul, and then condense the Dharma form. I never thought that I would see him fall here..." Mu Cheng Zi got up slowly, his whole body was swollen with spiritual energy, and his originally twilight face had a tinge of red light.

"Uncle Mu, you—"

Behind them, the men in black robes turned pale with shock.

"boom--"

The heroic spirit banner danced in the sky, and Mu Chengzi's figure gradually faded away, turning into a black whirlwind, wrapping the heroic spirit banner.

"Om-"

The whole world changed color, countless souls screamed on the embankment, and the black tombstone seemed to come alive, all trembling.

Those Yaozu and Yao Guangcheng who were still fighting all stopped, looking at the Heroic Banner that caused such a change.

"Mu Chengzi..."

With a complicated expression on Yao Guangcheng's face, with a touch of sadness, he swung the big sword in his hand and flew down under the banner of the heroic spirit.

"General Yao, I am a Banner Spirit, and I can only control the Heroic Spirit Banner for an hour. It depends on you whether to retreat or defend." A voice came from the Heroic Spirit Banner, erratic and soft.

Yao Guangcheng lowered his head and looked at the soldiers fighting on the embankment below.

A banner with the words "Xuanfengwei" was fluttering. In front of the banner, "Sun Wannian" with a big gun would pick and kill all the monster races rushing towards him.

Even though he was still wearing a mask, it was meaningless.

On the entire embankment, all the military academies are dead, and the only remaining military academies, besides Zhao Yang, who else?
The generals and schools of this section of Yaozu have also changed a lot, and the army of one million has been replenished several times, and now there are only about 30 left.

But that's enough.

On the embankment, there were only about [-] soldiers, all of whom were covered in black armor and tall.

"boom--"

With one shot, the monster clan in front of him was thrown into the air, and "Sun Wannian" leaned on the spear to pant.

He is not made of iron, even if his spiritual power is boundless, his body is already exhausted.

"Okay, let's go back..."

In mid-air, Yao Guangcheng stretched out his hand and flicked, a barrier was erected on the embankment, pushing away the monsters and enveloping the remaining [-] soldiers.

"Yao Guangcheng, are you going to violate the ban and attack my Shui army?" All the gold-armored monsters on the opposite side changed their colors, flew up, spread out the monster cloud, and protected the army of monsters below.

If a Nascent Soul Daoist wants to kill the low-level demon clans, there will be as many deaths as there are.

"Yao has been here since he came to the seventh camp 300 years ago." Yao Guangcheng had no expression on his face, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.

"I became a Nascent Soul 60 years ago, so I could have gone to the imperial capital. But my robes are all here, how could I be willing to let them down..."

The embankment below roared, and the banners of heroic spirits danced in the sky.

On the embankment, black tombstones flew out, with names engraved on them.

Ju Gaohan.

Liu Yang.

Tian Shangge.

Ding Hongxi.

……

Yao Guangcheng.

Stretching out his hand to hold the tombstone engraved with the words "Yao Guangcheng", Yao Guangcheng's eyes revealed a look of reminiscence: "300 years ago, I deserved to die here..."

"boom--"

The six-foot-tall Dharma statue shattered and turned into endless spiritual power, and a beam of light smashed the sky and the earth apart.

"Since breaking the Nascent Soul, this Yao Guangcheng is crazy..." The golden-armored monster on the opposite side muttered, and suddenly his face changed drastically: "He wants to seek death!"

"Zhao Yang, you're right. If you don't have a good heart, it's meaningless to live for thousands of years. Are you going to leave here and wait for my revenge someday, or do you want to fight with me, life or death?"

"I would like to follow General Yao to slay demons and eliminate demons, and calm the rivers—"

Lifting off the mask, Zhao Yang flew up with a spear in his hand.

"I would like to follow the general to kill the enemy—"

The 3-strong army was so full of energy and blood that it turned into a black beam of light.