The prehistoric world began to create battle formation methods that were most suitable for the fog of war, while the world of gods learned the methods of making disposable magic weapons from the prehistoric world.
As both sides gradually became familiar with each other's methods, the intensity of the war became more and more cruel.
In the fog of war, lives are dying every moment.
"Tathagata Buddha, I am going to go to the fog of war, and you will take care of this place for the time being." Chen Qing and Duobao Tathagata said.
Not long after Duobao Tathagata came back from the fog of war, he nodded and said: "Okay, this fog of war is too restrictive for us. For the three consecutive times, I haven't met anyone."
When talking about this, Duobao Tathagata sounded a little disappointed in his tone.
Chen Qing smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, we will always encounter you, and the will of the Lord God cannot always hide."
"He will always enter the fog of war. When the time comes, are we still afraid that we won't meet him?"
Duobaoru glanced at Chen Qing and sighed: "I'm afraid that you will meet me."
This is what he thinks in his heart. Not only him, but also great men like Zhen Yuanzi all have the same idea.
If they could kill a saint clone, not to mention the impact on the situation, it would be a reward from heaven, which would be enough to make their hearts flutter.
In their opinion, if they were really met by Chen Qing, they might not have a chance.
Chen Qing smiled and shook his head, then gave some instructions.
Now in the prehistoric camp, Chen Qing only arranged most things in an orderly manner, with everyone performing their duties.
With Yang Jiao as the general manager, Chen Qing no longer needs to handle many things personally.
Therefore, the task of Duobao Tathagata is not heavy, it is mainly just to sit in charge.
After Chen Qing arranged things, he went to the fog of war. He was also looking forward to meeting the saint's clone.
Now Chen Qing's biggest goal is to let Hongmeng Purple Qi carry the Sword of Destruction.
With Chen Qing's current strength, the success rate is not high. Once the load fails, the ray of Hongmeng Purple Qi will disappear. Chen Qing is not willing to lose such a big loss.
So he also wants to improve his strength.
But at their level, it's normal for them to make no progress at all in a million years.
Now if he wanted to improve his cultivation quickly, there were only two ways for Chen Qing.
One is to lead prehistoric times to a great victory!
Over the years, Chen Qing has been able to feel the rewards given by heaven from time to time.
And these are his rewards as a commander. Every time a primitive creature wins or kills an opposing creature, he can benefit from it.
Of course, this kind of benefit can be said to be dispensable to him. After all, the difference in cultivation is too big.
Now the fog of war permeates the entire battlefield, and both sides have entered a war of attrition, so it is almost impossible to achieve a big victory.
The second method is to kill the opponent's quasi-saint level powerhouse. Every quasi-saint powerhouse is the true essence of a world.
Just like Chen Qing and other quasi-sage powerhouses, their avenues have been integrated into the void of the avenue.
If you fall into the ancient world, it can only be said that the heritage of the ancient world is slightly reduced.
And once it falls on the void battlefield, it means that its own way will collapse here, and it will even nourish the opponent's way of heaven.
This is the truly cruel part of the void battlefield, and it is also the reason why once fallen, they can never be resurrected.
The world of gods is in a similar situation. Their gods have completely integrated the power of rules into themselves.
Once they fall on the void battlefield, the power of those rules will also collapse on the void battlefield and be absorbed by the prehistoric heaven.
Therefore, if Chen Qing can kill the quasi-sage strongman on the opposite side, he will get more feedback.
It’s just that it’s too difficult to find the opponent’s god in the fog of war.
It has been half a year since Chen Qing entered the fog of war. In this half year, he still hasn't met anyone.
In these years, not a single quasi-saint level powerhouse from both sides has fallen.
Although Zhen Yuanzi and Kong Xuan are not like Chen Qing and Duobao Tathagata, it is difficult for them to meet each other's gods.
But even if you encounter them, it will be difficult to kill them. If you can't defeat them, you can still run away.
Especially in a place with great restrictions like the fog of war, it is very difficult to escape. Even Chen Qing cannot chase him to the end.
Soon, a year passed, and Chen Qing still had not encountered a quasi-saint-level strongman from the opponent.
"Look for another half a year. If you can't find it, go back." Chen Qing sighed inwardly.
"I shouldn't have agreed to Tianming's invitation to fight in the first place. I should have let Duobao Tathagata go." Chen Qing felt a little regretful in his heart.
It was precisely because of the previous battle with Tianming that this situation occurred.
Otherwise, if he didn't take any action, he would only be a mid-level quasi-sage.
It should be easier to meet the opponent's quasi-sage, but after the battle with Tianming, the situation is obviously different.
Just when Chen Qing felt a little regretful, his eyes suddenly lit up and his speed increased instantly.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Chen Qing saw a creature walking.
There is a divine ring on the back of this creature's head that shines with dazzling light.
Wherever the divine ring shines, the void is silent, and the birth and death of all things seem to be under control.
Every step he took was paved with golden light. Anyway, he looked very powerful.
"Chen Qing?" That creature seemed to know Chen Qing, and his eyes lit up when he saw Chen Qing for the first time.
Chen Qing stopped and said with a smile: "I am, what do you call fellow Taoist?"
Although the two sides are engaged in a life-and-death battle, proper etiquette must still be observed.
The creature opposite said with a smile: "I am the clone of Yaoyang Lord God."
When Chen Qing heard this, his eyes suddenly became brighter. Looking at this clone of the Lord Yaoyang, he sighed in his heart that his luck seemed to be getting better.
And the clone of Yaoyang Lord God over there was also sighing that he finally met Chen Qing.
He has actually come in many times, but Chen Qing is the first opposite creature he has encountered.
Similarly, Lord Yaoyang also understands that this also proves that Chen Qing's strength is absolutely tyrannical.
The two sides looked at each other, and the next moment, they took action instantly.
Chen Qing drew his sword and drew it out. It was still the disintegrating sword. This was now Chen Qing's probing sword. With this sword, he could learn more about his opponent.
And the clone of Yaoyang Lord God stretched out his hand, and the divine ring behind his head burst out with immeasurable light. At this moment, the supreme will descended, and the fog of war began to disappear.
Under this boundless light, Chen Qing felt the death-like heat. This heat caused strong damage to his soul, mana, and body, and it penetrated sharply.
However, Chen Qing's disintegrating sword move is not a simple one. Any light that comes close to the disintegrating sword will instantly disintegrate, making it impossible to get close to Chen Qing.
(End of chapter)
